Katsuki: What’s Up Guys? I’m Back. Izuku: What The- You Can’t Be Here. You’re Dead. I Literally

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-

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.”

i love the rain. especially listening to it.

im living the lesbian/pansexual dream. sitting under my veranda, in a rocking chair, listening to the rain on the roof.

pitter patter, pitter patter.

Iida: Midoriya... Izuku: Oh no, 'Midoriya' in b-flat. Izuku: You're disappointed.

Jason, kissing Roy: Hey sweetheart.

Roy, kissing back: What’s up, babe.

Oliver: Did we miss something?

Dick: Oh, no no, they’re just playing a game, no biggie.

Bruce: What game?

Tim: It’s called gay chicken. The point of the game is for two guys to pretend to be gay together for as long as possible.

Damian: and whoever chickens out first loses.

Clark: And how long has it been since they are, uh… pretending?

Dick: Three weeks.

Bruce:

Oliver:

Roy (Arsenal), leaning over: They’re pretty stubborn.

*** Later***

Jason: no but seriously, did you see their faces?

Roy: I knOw. Ollie looked like he wanted to cry *laughs*

Jason, looking at Roy: now we just have to tell them that we are dating, not playing gay chicken.

Roy: *sigh* Ollie's going to have a stroke.

Shouta: Hey Kid can I get a sip of your water? Vigilante Izuku: It's not water. Vigilante Izuku: It's vinegar. Shouta: Wh-Wha- Vigilante Izuku: It's vinegar, COWARD.

I think that to truly love someone, you need to allow half of your soul to live in another body. I think that's beautiful.

Amen except my sister uses weaponised incompetence against me l. She is exactly like my mother, just smaller. Honestly I just want to leave.

I think about this post an average of 3.7 times per day.

If I could I’d take my siblings and fucking run and the parents wouldn’t see or hear from us again.

Sit and think about the repercussions of your eldest daughter-who you’ve always praised for her intelligence, sharp tongue, and gall- being fed up enough to take from you.

Its time to watch bluey again instead of talking to my psychologist.

Parents got confused and chose bisexual disaster daughter who's cursed by divine powers she can't understand and keeps watching brokeback mountain instead of coping