#pridebuilt

[scintillaz]

@pridebuilt​

@scintillaz / x

         How often he would greet his brother like this, a lean, a silent nudge, something that drastically opposed his otherwise loud and opinionated persona. He couldn’t pretend that Katsuo wasn’t a calming presence for him, he couldn’t pretend that his brother wasn’t an anchor in the tumultuous riptides that swallowed him whole day in and day out.          The one thing he missed when away at school was perhaps the ability to diffuse with this moron, because without him it was only him and his own head – Which was never a good thing. It was what broke him down into this moment, this silent lay across the other’s shoulders as he worked.          He was in pain, he was pissed off, he was depressed, he was sleepless , he was falling apart at the seams and it was his own fault. He had no response for the words he was given, no quip, no snark, just silence and a further tensing in his stance as he shifted – Just enough movement to speak without a muffle.          “I stopped taking them again…” The medication – He wasn’t looking for pity, or sympathy, but maybe he was – He didn’t know. He didn’t want it, but something in him needed it because he was in pain and he was frustrated and as usual, he questioned why he was the one who was so god damn weak in the end…

         “I fucked it all up again...”

As per usual— Katsuki Bakugou’s timing was the philosophical equivalent to a STEAMING PILE OF HORSESHIT. But he guesses that there wasn’t a better time for Katsuki to actually visit home for ONCE every 10 years than finals week. Crisp and fit-to-bursting with family bonding opportunities. Belayed and no doubt uninvited visits like these were met & addressed with TWO things: Katsuo’s beratement, and fighting for the best seat at the dinner table, next to Dad. A huge dinner, too. Fresh out of the oven; Katsuki’s lucky. Until he isn’t.

 “Katsuki.”

The truth’s all over him. And of course, it is. Katsuki’s body language was a picture-book, a preschooler could’ve been able to tell that something was off. WRONG. Sniff out the stillness conjoining with visible trembles wracking up and down once sure, confident arms. Sniff out the prowl that the medication was supposed to prevent, proficient like a bloodhound. But preschoolers weren’t Katsuki’s brother. His blood.

Preschoolers weren’t Katsuo Bakugou.

Katsuo learned long ago how not to lose his head in regards to his brother. Or, rather, he kind of fucking had to. Wanted to. Anyone in their right mind would be SCARED by this display. Mortified. Ruined by WORRY for their one and only brother— but if Katsuo lost it, somehow let the ice-cold blood in his veins heat up rapidly with concern, allow his heart to race out of his chest at a million miles per hour… Who’d be there for Katsuki?

“oi. Shut up for a second, idiot. When was the last time you took them? Have you taken them today?”

His hand’s extending before Katsuo even gets the first word hushed out, strict and militant and almost CARING. It’s not tough and rigid like one might raise for a handshake. But it was easy and relaxed, soft in its quiet question of come or don’t. A bridge of the distance between them that he gave Katsuki the decision to cross every time. Sometimes his brother needed the closeness. To be held. Made to feel safe. But not always.

Not always. For some reason, the first memory of him trying to hug Katsuki in his state wires back in his head— his expression stiffens.

It wasn’t pretty.

[charredeyes]

@pridebuilt ​ replied to your post: Dunks him. "Shut the fuck up."

SHOVES AT HIS FACE. “NO YOU, DICKHEAD.”

SHOVES BACK AT HIS FACE “NO YOU, COCKWOMBLE!!!”

[xforall]

Spray paints All Might Sucks on his car.

The real mystery here is that All Might doesn’t have a car.

So who’s car is that?

[kaeruhop]

Steals the other half of her sandwich, regardless if it's half eaten. The boy hungers and that first half was merely the beginning.

☆    ━━    @pridebuilt​ .

           is  this  the  world's  way  of  telling  her  to  eat  her  food  before  moving  onto  dessert  ?    she  notices  as soon  as  he  grabs  the  rest  of  her  meal   &   promptly  begins  to  shove  it  in  his  mouth .    how  rude .    here  she  was   ,   about  to  offer  him  one  of  her  cookies  too .

           impulsively   ,   she  pushes  his  hand  forward  to  smush  the  sandwich's  remains  into  his  face .    tsuyu  feels  no  remorse  for  any  ham  that  may  have  gotten  in  his  nose  in  the  process .

[erasershouta]

pridebuilt replied to your post “blease ask ur local dad questions ,,,”

can i have some ice cream

no. its too close to bedtime.

[elysianborne]

why isnt there a 'delete your blog' color? :thinking:

Reblog and see what color you get! (accepting)

bITCH U GUESSED IT,,,, HOOT,,,, 

U WAS RIGHT

[a-supcrmight-blog]

“U-uh, I can’t really, ah, FIGHT?” This isn’t exactly FAIR??

[herohalf-a]

          waves a small ‘uravity’ flag. he’s rooting for uraraka to bury bakugou 6 ft under. 

[chevcelant-a]

so wheres my bakuyama???

stop forceship culture

[mcka-a]

um dont steal my memey nicknames you bitch???? :thinking:

[kottahono-blog]

@pridebuilt

          He hesitated by the door, glancing at his classmate. “Do you have somewhere to go this weekend?”

[pollywiggled]

@pridebuilt     i see no difference  

[shocklocks-a-blog]

♡ The angriest hug imaginable.

HUGS!   /    ACCEPTING.

THIS  IS,   BY  FAR,   the  most  uncomfortable  he’s  ever  been  in  his  entire  life.    you  don’t  know  fear  until  you  can  physically  HEAR  your  own  sweat  beading,   a  harsh  concept  brought  into  fruition  the  second  denki  was  subjected  to  a  torture  this  unfathomable   :   bakugou’s  arms  wrapped  around  him  in  a  way  that’s  not  entirely  violent.   

entirely  being  the  mystery  word  here.

this  is  what  happens,   little  boy.    this  is  what  happens  when  your  teacher  catches  you  turbo - slapping  the  shit  out  of  your  classmate  in  the  middle  of  the  common  area,   justified  as  it  might  have  been    —    you  get  yourself  situated  into  the  get - along - hug,   arms  weighing  a  metric  fuckton  as  they  cinch  bakugou’s  waist  in  a  manner  most  pants - shitting.

❛    …    i - i’m  gonna  die  tonight    …    ❜    practially  vibrating  in  each  others’  grasp,   he’s  damn  close  to  tears  at  this  point.    it’s  a  bad  omen. 

[enginelegs]

"Shall you maybe shut the fuck up?"

          “ There is no need for such profane language! ”

[kaeruhop]

>8(

@pridebuilt .

[carrionfeigned]

@pridebuilt

         “DON’T SLAM DOORS UNTIL YOU’RE THE ONE HANDLING OUR FUNDS.”

Gives the door a small kick.