#i swear im about to go to the laundromat

[deutoplasmic]

omg if one of them rips shosei’s shirt in a fight,,, and its a beloved shirt and you know that because its always in his laundry pile,,, imagine just plopping keigo down in front of shosei and they begrudgingly have to fake apologies to each other (spoiler they still wont stop fighting after this. although they might be more careful about getting each other’s shirts so you dont have to mend stuff for them lmao)

IM NOT ADVANCED DW JFNFJF my parents use 福建话 at home and i can understand it but speaking is another story 😭 i mostly use english and my country’s other native language yes!!!

ok i looked into it and i was actually being generous bro is 5’3 😭😭 my dad has his songs saved too LMAOOO (by my recommendation though) and dont worry my dad has made the “sounds like a girl” comment too 😭 if you wanna see 周深 getting into shenanigans though then 创造营2021 is a fun start because hes a vocal mentor there (also fun fact. masaya was supposedly supposed to be in 创造营2021 but dropped out during the audition process to join pd101 jpn s2 instead 😭 crazy stuff)

HDNDJD yea singapore is about as hot as we are 😭 last time i was there i didnt even notice the humidity because its the same level of humidity as my country 😭😭

NO BC YOU COULD THREATEN HIM INTO GETTING OFF OF YOU LIKE. rihito is clingy just threaten to withhold any affection and hes let go of you immediately. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WONT HUG ME ANYMORE?? YOU CANT HOARD HUGS YOU CAPITALIST MONSTER”

it’s alright take your time with listening!! i also get a bit overwhelmed with listening to too many new songs at a time so i get you

god this is like babysitting now :rofl: put them in the naughty corner or smth bc you run a laundromat NOT a tailor. but then you fix his shirt anyway with some nice flower embroidery and then they're suddenly not as opposed to accidentally acquiring clothing damage..... silly behaviour.............

omg hokkien you're actually so cool. but wait are you telling me that you're not bilingual. or trilingual. but potentially quadrilingual????? my respect for you just went up tenfold what the hell what the hell what the helllllllll you are SO COOL. god australia needs to start teaching everyone aus sign language so we can reap the benefits of multilinguistics

160cm..... god........ i don't want to imagine all the comments he prolly got from his parents for being a short guy :sweatdrop: but LOL THATS HILARIOUS true solidarity of chinese parents and mentioning how a guy sounds like a girl or vice versa...... omg he's everywhere on the vocal tv shows. i swear he got popular from winning the voice china or smth. what a king. ALSO i did not expect that especially considering some chinese people still hate japan after their atrocities in ww2 so. uh. yknow. i did hear that a bunch of japanese people made it into into1 (i don't know which show they were birthed from whoops) though!!!!! attractive people transcend everything i suppose :rofl:

LOOOOOL the solidarity of sea countries and heat..... but omg the food around there is SO GOOD everyone is literally feasting its so unfair :pensive: its so much cheaper too........... you guys are truly profiting......................

OH MY DAYS YOURE SO RIGHT you're so right if you jokingly threaten him with silent treatment it's going to be OVER for him you may as well have just asked him to pass out in a corner for about 10 years, joke or not. if you've seen him desperate before well it doesn't even compare to the state he's in after you say it...... its always capitalism LOOOOOL such an injustice against the proletariat (rihito)

its ok i listened :thumbsup: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! music my beloved

[soiputmyusernamehere]

legit feel like, inebriated when im in the depths of hyperfixation. like i shouldnt drive a car or anything. i remember when i was watching the playthrough of what remains of edith finch i had to stop halfway through to make myself do some chores because i was getting too excited. swear to god almost crashed on my way to the laundromat cuz i was thinking about barbara. now i'm reading an 80k atla fic published in 2010 and i can't even walk straight dawg x0 its absolutely blowing my mind. like pressing every button for juiciness. like i cannot rip my brain away im walking around in a haze thinking about atla and ppl expect me to go to work? to just go about my life like my soul isn't languishing on fanfiction.net at this very moment?

[criminal-sen]

Wow holy shit, my terrible few days of 'how the fuck did all these gnats get in my house' (answer: they fit through the window screens) has been followed by an even more baffling repeat except this time with flies. I killed like 20 fucking flies today and there are still more. My windows, as I just pointed out, have SCREENS in them so how the fuck are they getting in? Are they coming in from under the door? Through the vents? Whatever it is, I hate it:)

Also I wasnt gonna put this here but I saw it sitting in the photo select at the bottom. And I was like 'oh riiight that poor fool who spent sg cards on Lucius lol'. Not gonna tag this cuz I dont really like picking on ppl.. but like. I see this shit a lot lol. Ppl really out there just throwing away their sg cards like it's nothing🙄

[sukiglycerin]

it takes two || katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: pro-hero!katsuki bakugou x reader (gender neutral!)

* genre: fluff, teeny bit of angst

* words: 1,647

* warnings: brief fighting scene (implied), swearing (duh), a lil bit of insecure katsuki but ofc comfort after, reader is mentioned to be in the hero business field, KATSUKI WEARS SHOES IN THE HOUSE !!! can you believe the audacity-

* original request:  Hello dear :)) Can I request a Bakugou x reader fic where he gets hit by a clone quirk and the clone is like the complete opposite of him, personality-wise, and Bakugou frequently loses his temper because the clone keeps hitting on his s/o I am sorry for bothering you :(

* a/n: you? bother me? never. actually, i’m sorry this took so long to complete! i’m hoping i can restart a consistent posting schedule soon. happy early birthday bakugou! this is my gift :) i hope you all enjoy~ i love @toishi for proofreading this T^T

it’s a lazy day for you. all you’ve been doing is sleeping, waking up occasionally to eat, and indulging in six different rhythm games despite your lack of rhythm, it’s a good day, snuggled up under the mountains of fuzzy blankets and squished in between soft pillows on your bed, your favorite song quietly playing from your phone on your nightstand. natural light fills your otherwise unlit room, curtains pushed aside to let the sun shine in her full glory. time is idle in this sanctuary of yours for only today; whether a minute or an hour has passed is something out of your concern. 

there’s nothing different when bakugou comes home, the jingle of keys and click of the door telling you that it’s him. he’s oddly quiet, though, and for a second you’re almost wondering why he hasn’t yelled “i’m home, dumbass!” before said blond peeks his head into the room. 

“hey, love,” he flashes a rare smile. it’s kind, like the soft light of the sun you've become so acquainted with. “i’m home.”

“hey?” you sit up, propping the pillows behind you so you can comfortably lean against the headboard of your bed. “you feeling alright?”

you expect a gruff reply of “the fuck are you talking about?” and a scowl, but get the opposite. a pleasant expression graces katsuki's face, which makes him look more handsome than usual. his hair almost seems tame this way. he’s also uncharacteristically clean; his costume is usually dirt-treaded and at least a little battered whenever he returns from hero patrol. now, though? his outfit is pristine, as if pulled out from a laundromat and ironed professionally. there’s a ghost of a frown on your lips.

"i'm lovely, now that i can see you." the line is spoken like a sappy confession from the male lead of a k-drama; you'd laugh if it wasn't for your utter confusion about katsuki's sudden change in demeanor. his facial expression is twisted in such a gallant way that it arouses suspicion in you.

you’re opening your mouth to reply when there’s a startling crashing at the front door. katsuki’s face falls into downhearted dread, as if expecting the intrusion. his reaction surprises you more than the intrusion itself. the door slams shut in the distance, rattling the house. the sound of boots clomping against the hardwood floor frightens you as you thrust your warm sheets aside (alas, they could wait) and reach for your bat under the bed. katsuki only stares at you, transfixed, and you feel the slightest urge to clobber him with the weapon. why isn’t he ready to fight? you’re up and approaching the doorway of your bedroom when you stop in your tracks.

“hey, fucker!” a loud, abrasive voice yells from down the hallway. “i found ya!”

you recognize that timbre in an instant, then turn to look at katsuki, still standing at your bedside, with a questioning gaze. he’s wearing an expression you never thought you’d see your husband have - his eyes are wide, mouth agape like a deer in headlights.

despite this vote of inconfidence from him, you pad forward slowly, bat gripped tightly and slung over your shoulder. you plunge forward, passing the doorway and glancing left. a shadowy figure stands five feet from you, its stature menacing. you swing blindly, but you bat is only met with more air. the figure is a little bit further now - damnit, it had good reflexes.

“you could still use some work on that swing,” it lowly chuckles and confuses you. you squint, trying to make out who in the world this guy thinks he is to comment on your swing. you gasp, faltering your grip on the bat. 

“k-katsuki? what?”

“got hit with a stupid clone quirk on patrol,” this katsuki grumbles bitterly, stepping towards you. he’s dressed in his full hero costume, green grenadier bracers a tight fit in the narrow hallway. “i apprehended the guy but my clone won’t stop following me around. it’s stupidly fast, too, whenever i try to catch it.”

“....and,” you start, “how do i know that you’re not the clone?” you pretend to inspect him close, eyes slowly trailing from the tips of his spiky, golden hair to his black combat boots. (oh, man, you were going to yell at him about wearing shoes in the house later.)

“don’t start this inception bullshit with me now,” he groans. 

“what’s katsuki bakugou’s favorite food?” you question, though you have no doubt that this katsuki is the real one. 

“anything spicy,” he bemoans. “now, let me-”

“that was an easy one.” you shake your head. “what was the first idea katsuki bakugou had for a hero name idea instead of lord explosion murder?”

if you were in better light, you’re sure you would’ve seen his cheeks flush pink. 

“mighty boom,” he mumbles. 

“sorry, what was that?” you tease.

“mighty boom!” he half-shouts, flustered.

“oh, okay, so you’re the real katsuki,” you say. “how do we defeat the clone?’

“according to the quirk user, it should disappear after two or three hours. but it can’t really do much harm, as long as it’s not in the sight of the user himself,” he says. “now let me at ‘im. he’s making a fool of myself.” 

he attempts to shove himself forward, but you stop him before he can see through the door frame. you glance at the clone, who’s looking at you with round, ruby eyes. he looks like a puppy with that innocent expression, and for a split second, you think that you actually might miss the calm, charming air of this katsuki. turning back to the real katsuki, who pretends not to notice the shift in your eyes, you exhale. 

“have at it, but take it outside first, please. i can’t have you tracking in more dirt.” you look to the dirt-ridden footprints behind him on the wooden flooring, sighing.

but in a flash he’s past you - wow, you really weren’t blocking him at all before, were you? - outfit a blur of black, green, and orange as he seizes the clone, slings it over his shoulder like it's made of air, and vanishes past you and out the door. he seldom leaves a trace of dirt, this time, smooth maneuvering himself outside while the clone bids you one last pleading farewell.

you hear blasting, yelling, and yelps, the lattermost presumably the clone’s, barely muffled from your position inside. your first thought wonders what the neighbors will think. you glance one last time at the tracks of katsuki’s boots then turn back to your room. he’d have to mop up that mess later. 

ten minutes and an eternity later, katsuki returns inside. by the pause at the front door, you figure one of two things: katsuki’s either taking the time to take off his shoes and put them away properly or staring at the filth he left on the floor. you’re hoping it’s the former. his footsteps are light as he goes to fetch a mop and clean the mess.

finished, he shuffles into your shared room and briefly looks at your comfortable position on the bed.

“what?” you whine. “hero business is hard. i needed a day off.”

this earns a laugh from the man, who’s in the process of removing his gauntlets and stowing them away. he shrugs off the rest of his costume, opting for much more comfortable attire and dropping his mask on a dresser. 

“how was your day?” you ask when he snuggles next to you on the bed. he’s sweaty and smells deeply of caramel, but you’ll nag him to shower later. the wear shows in his eyes and movement, sluggish after a long day of work. 

“good,” he mumbles, nuzzling into your warmth. “except for that clone bastard.”

you hum, joking, “he was charming, though.”

when he looks up at you with a vulnerable look in his eyes, you regret it.

“did you… really like him that much?” his voice is hoarse, scarcely a whisper. he averts his eyes, fiddling with the hem of your shirt sleeve.

“of course not,” you reply tenderly, bringing your hand to caress his cheek. he still can’t look you in the eyes.

“you know you’ll always be number one in my heart, right? even if you’re not the number one hero, you’re the constant in my heart.” you touch your chest, right over your heart. 

“y-you sure?” his words crackle like dying embers, inconsistent and unstable, flakes of lit ash that weakly dissipate into the atmosphere. a waning fire is still warm, though; with a bit of oxygen it can be rejuvenated, relit, and burn bright once again. 

“am i one to be wrong?” you ask him, and he faintly shakes his head. “i fell in love with you not for your looks, katsuki… i don’t want a disney prince. i want you, not some fairytale guy.”

“i yell, and i’m brash-”

you cut him off, chuckling, “and that’s what i love about you. you don’t-” you make a vague gesture with your hands, then drop them, unsure how to articulate your thoughts. “you don’t care what people think. you’re unapologetically… you.”

“you sure?” katsuki tries again. “that- that guy, that thing- you sure you don’t prefer a guy that’ll buy you roses with a note on the tag that says ‘you are the most beautiful flower in my garden’ in fancy cursive script on it?”

“do people really do that?” you frown. “i mean, i hope no guy does that for me-” katsuki exhales a breath of relief. you look at him questioningly but don’t press the issue. 

“i love you, katsuki,” you finish, “and no shitty clone will ever change that. ever.”

while he showers, katsuki’s thankful that he burned the roses from some secret admirer he found in your shoe locker during your high school days. 

[lxstlxser]

I hate being in a religious family while also kinda breaking out of my religion. You don’t get to take your own path and explore life in the way u want to and are looked down on, degraded to the point you feel guilty and uncertain.

The hardest part is having different views than someone else, in my case my mom. Like now, i told her my plans in the morning got cancelled and she uses the opportunity to say i have to go to the laundromat with my brother. I was confused because I thought she had to go and i stated as such. She said she has to go into work real quick and i was like okay, but you could have asked me instead if commanded me.

Is it so wrong for me to want to be asked instead of forced to do something, especially now that I’m in my depressive state. I don’t want to do much but if taken the right measures i might be able to get up and do things. And one of the measures is simply communicating with my ass, just ask me and then explain your reasoning, that’s all. I don’t give a fuck about age, it’s unless to expect me to treat you based off of your age instead of how your treating me as a person, a human being.

I hate that she’s so manipulative, saying ‘oh so yiu expect me to get on my hands and knees to beg to you, like your some god or something, like your the elder you think you are’, no you trick ass bitch of a mom, i want you to simply acknowledge my feelings and my boundaries. Not expect me to be at your beck and call like the slave you think im calling you. Which, for one, I don’t even know where she’s getting that idea from. The only thing i asked her to do was move into my grandmas, and that’s gotten us out of one spot, now we just have to work our way to a better one.

Always saying shit like my brother and i are useless and nuisances that she wants to leave, but where is she going to go? She’s been husbandless for 10 years now, who she gonna fall back on? No one, according to her ‘I don’t need anyone’s help and I don’t want to burden others’. Like you wash dead bodies to help out at the funeral home and other than that work one day a week, which is all a recent thing. Not to mention that when she needs something, her first reaction is to ask my brother or I to go out and get it for her.

I’m tired of the way she acts, I swear. She keeps expecting us to be religious and faithful, but we live in America, we’re surrounded by stuff that in our own home is unrecognizable. Of course we are going to get curious and reach out to the world, not the confines of our own home which we already know.

We wouldn’t have even argued if she realized that im asking for one thing, one thing and I would have just been like ‘cool, i’ll think about it.’ and knowing my brother, i would have gone with him to the laundromat not trusting him to fold the clothes properly. My heart hurts so bad right now that i want to cry, but I don’t want the reason to be something like this. To feel weak when i know im not, i know it can help relieve some stress, but how would it look if either my brother wakes up, or my mom looks to my side of the room and sees me crying. The only bad thing about living in the same room together lol.

Anyway, im glad that I could kind of get this off my chest. There’s so much more that goes into it, but it would take a really long time to write it out and rant, and I personally like reading more than writing lol.