Why Do My Noodles Smell Like Cat Food?

alfred gave them the sheets

Am i the only one who hates reader inserts? Like I read this cause I wanna escape the problems in my life, not have to envision myself having a spectacular variety of other fucked up problems!

he definitely got the obsessive adopting gene

Damian: *surrounded by ducks*

Damian: follow me, my children

Damian: Time for plan G. Bruce: Don’t you mean plan B? Damian: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Dick: What about plan D? Damian: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Steph: What about plan E? Damian: I’m hoping not to use it. Timothy dies in plan E. Jason: I like plan E.

I lied I just spent an hour crying with my psychologist because life is shit.

Guys I think life is getting good again

Shouta: You know, not every problem can be solved with a knife. Vigilante Izuku: That's why I carry two knives.

Me personally, I love the fact that my boss accidentally hired staff that are ⅓ adhd survivors.

I say this as I myself am an adhd survivor.

Survivor because it's like there's a gremlin on my shoulder making me do things impulsively. I'm a survivor.

...

ANYway-

Unfortunately, I have done this.

Hey students, here’s a pro tip: do not write an email to your prof while you’re seriously sick.

Signed, a person who somehow came up with “dear hello, I am sick and not sure if I’ll be alive to come tomorrow and I’m sorry, best slutantions, [name]”.

VIGILANTE DEKU FIC POLL

hey guys im going to write another fic but i need an oppinion. it is a vigilante deku fic with dadzawa and papamic but i havent made up my mind about when i should introduce bakudeku.

snippet of the story:

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Before Izuku reclaimed Midoriya Izuku, he was known as:

“Spine.”

No first name. No alias. Just “Spine.”

Because:

He always came back broken but still standing

He had a habit of targeting those who crushed the powerless

And once? Just once? He ripped a trafficker’s quirk amplifier system from their back and left them alive.

The name stuck.

People whispered it like a curse.

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 (Chapter 3 Ending Tease):

“You let them feed you scraps,” the voice growled from the shadows. “You bleed for them, beg for them, but you forget what you are.” “I know exactly what I am,” Izuku snapped. “Then say it. Say what the world made you.” A pause. Rain. Blood. Footsteps. “Unforgiven.” (yeah. he’s back.)

okay guys i lowkey forgot about this and in a burst of mania, i wrote the whole fic. im trying to re-write a little so its more angsty but i've tagged the link to the fic below:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64797067

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.