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the reason of me still existing is my weakness, and the same thing is the reason of my unwillingness to live. my mom doesn’t need me because i’m ungrateful piece of shit just like my brother as she says, my dad just doesn’t really care. the only person that made my life better and happy, is the one whom i’m making miserable, and for whom it is hard to be with me p, not due me being piece of shit but because of his own problems and past. i don’t feel right now. i don’t feel alive. i don’t feel happy. i don’t feel care. coming from others nor from myself. i try to smile, every fucking day i try to fake it until i would make it, but on this planet shit doesn’t seem to work this way. i’m already dead, all flowers in my soul are intoxicated, and i’m going to be nothing, i feel nothing, i want nothing, i have nothing. nothing to loose. people for whom i could live, hope that i will die. i’m making everyone’s life miserable and i’m the first in the list of those people. i need pain, i love pain, because i could never fully appreciate happiness. i don’t know the price of anything im a piece of shit and nobody needs me, and i am so fucking weak i can’t even make a blessing for everyone and just fucking kill myself, i’m this kind of an awful person, i’m so weak i hate myself , i hate every muscle bone and organ that i have i should be hanged or killed by the worst kind of death ever i just hope it will happen soon and i just hope to die
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Everytime I see sniperspy, it's usually opposite teams, which is lovely but I also believe in same team sniperspy, because of this match I had while playing Sniper on Thunder Mountain. I was using the bullshit countries away sightline by the BLU spawn on the first stage, the one on the rocks. I can't see shit but I feel like every sniper needs to use a bullshit spot at least once in their life so I'm sticking to it. Though I can't hit shit. Anyway I hear a spy decloak behind me and I turn, ready to throw hands.
But the only spy there is my team's, and he's busy running to the fight. I feel like he glances at me a bit, but he's gone before I can think about it.
I feel silly but I figure he's just testing his cloak, because I don't hallucinate decloaks, not yet anyway. A few minutes later, and there it is again. Someone decloaks behind me. This time I turn and there is my spy, but he's acting very suspicious. Has a mask on and everything. I run over to rip him up, and he starts dancing around, dodging me and feinting. We're jumping around for at least a minute before I run right into and through him.
It's my fucking spy. I've been juggling around for the past minute with my own spy.
He realizes the jig is up and he looks at me for a long moment, probably laughing at me behind his impassive face, before he's running off to fight again.
I go back to sniping, feeling horribly embarrassed. I move around and eventually get caught by a scout. After coming out of spawn, I go to stand on the rocks again to check things out. Can you guess what happens next?
I hear a decloak behind me and I'm sure this time this is the enemy spy. It has to be. No way my spy would still be screwing with me this deep into the match. I turn, and yep, there's a spy, wearing a mask and everything. Knife at the ready, I take a few steps forward.. before I just stop.
I stare at this spy. He stares at me. I look at him for a looong moment before I grab my rifle back and turn around. He comes up to my side and I tense, because shit maybe it is actually the enemy spy, but the stab he hits to my side bounces right off.
My team's spy looks at me, opens up VC and chuckles, before telling me in this smooth, soft little voice, "Sniper you should move up. You're not gonna hit anybody from here."
And he runs off again. Bastard.
“Matter cannot be created nor destroyed, thus In the beginning there was nothing. From nothing I came, for which I am nothing. Perhaps I am something somewhere, at sometime, but certainly I am nothing nowhere. To which I will ultimately return to my nothingness. For if there is nothing, nothing is lost. Thus I morn no absence, because somewhere, perhaps we are together in our nothingness and not remanence of past energies that bonded then broke. I try to relish in my nothingness because somewhere I am with you and you are with me and we are endless, but it doesn’t change the fact that I am nothing and thus I feel nothing.
Because at one time, I felt everything.
I’ve come to the conclusion the everything and nothing must be the same, there is no beginning nor end to it, the line between must be blurred because I cannot recall when feeling everything became nothing.”
<3 Victoria-Grace
[formerly known as Lavender Grey]
I am not ready to lose this Not ready to discover another time Another time without you I am not willing to give you up Not willing to give up love the love which felt so safe I am not prepared to let you go Not prepared to move on move on and exist on my own Exist on my own on my own my own alone
in which: bakugou only shows his dimples around you
sfw, fluff, dialogue heavy, humour, this is a quick drabble i whipped up from an idea i created ages ago bc my 8k word bkg fic WON'T POST AGHHH!
"i love dimples, they're so cute!" mina squeals from beside you whilst you were hunched over the dorm's coffee table, finishing outstanding calculus questions you hadn't completed during class.
"me too," you absentmindedly murmur, reaching for your calculator to input a definite integral. "people say that they are kisses from angels, as if that isn't the cutest thing ever."
the pink-haired wails, "stop it! i wish i had dimples."
"if you try hard enough, then maybe," you snort before turning the page of your maths textbook. "i remember people would press pencils to their cheeks to make it appear. it would work for like five minutes."
"well, duh they're not gonna be permanent, i'm not that stupid."
"you always ask me what two plus five is."
"uncalled for, that's not the same!" mina slaps the back of your head, causing you to hold it whilst hissing in pain.
"okay, i'm sorry!" you exclaim, shielding yourself in case she hits you again.
thankfully, mina is pacified again, returning her chin to her palm as she fiddles with her nails. she remains quiet for a few minutes, allowing you to concentrate on your work before she pipes up again. "jirou has cute dimples."
you hum in agreement. "yaomomo too, on both cheeks," you add.
"kaminari too!"
"and bakugou."
mina darts up, back now as straight as a pole as she gawks at you with the weirdest expression. did you grow two heads or something? what was so weird about bakugou having dimples?
"no he does not!" counters mina.
"he does! on his right cheek!" you even point to it for good measure. "surprised me too when i saw it for the first time but it's actually really prominent! i don't know how we never noticed it before."
"you're lying to me. bakugou katsuki could never have dimples, he's too evil for that."
"he's not that evil."
"are we talking to the same bakugou? he threatened to blow me up the other day."
you laugh at the memory, an action mina doesn't appreciate. "i was there for that. anyways. his dimple is just something he's born with, it's not ordained by personality, what's the big deal?"
"what part of bakugou being too evil to have something as pure as a dimple do you not understand?"
your homework now lays unfinished and forgotten as you begin having a quarrel about your classmate and the mystery surrounding a feature that was given to him from birth. the blond shows it quite often, how come mina's not seeing it?
she then begins pulling up numerous photos and selfies; none of which have the evidence of bakugou's dimples. you furrow your brows in confusion, swiping through and zooming in to no avail of finding any remnants of a dimple.
strange.
you know you can't be imagining this.
"yo mina, y/n!" a deep, raspy voice comes from the entrance of the common room. you both turn around in shock to see your fellow red-haired classmate approaching.
immediately, you turn off mina's photo to rid any evidence of your previous conversation. because wherever kirishima is, bakugou normally follows.
"i'm gonna kick your ass in mario kart!" comes an explosive voice from behind. there he was.
kirishima leans over the couch where mina was sitting on. "what are you both up to?"
"oh y/n and i were just chilling. why?"
"oh bakugou and i just wanted to play a round of mario kart, that's all! hope we're not bothering you."
you pipe up from where you were still trying to figure out maths equations, "mina talks my ear off whilst i'm trying to solve these questions. i think i'll be okay with you two."
before mina could slap the back of your head again, a shadow looms your textbook and tufts of blond hair appear in the corner of your eye.
"you got that wrong," bakugou says after not even two seconds of reading your equation.
"eyes off my book," you exclaim, about to cover the pages with your hands when the explosion-quirk user snatches it away from under you. he continues reading through it like it was some newspaper article.
he does this all with a proud smirk on his face. "question 2 wrong, question 7 wrong, question 15 wrong," rambles your classmate, ignoring the way you were demanding it back.
"i'm going to fuck you up. give me back my book."
"damn your handwriting is messy."
your punch his arm lightly. he laughs at the impact, uneffected. "yours is illegible!" you shout back, challenging him with a nasty glare.
mina and kirishima watch with amused expressions at the disputation occurring in front of them. however, the pink-haired feels the world stop for a moment when she notices something very interesting.
a dimple. on bakugou's right cheek. just like you said.
something she has never seen before.
then she notices the way he looks at you. despite teasing you and making fun of you, there's an undeniable look of fondness evident in his eyes, one that grows the more you threaten him with unspeakable acts of violence.
his smirk grows softer, becoming that of a lopsided grin when bakugou gives you your textbook, confessing that none of the questions were wrong and that he was just 'messin' around'.
as it turns out... bakugou katsuki does have dimples, but they only appear around you.