He had the courage to follow his dream despite his own insecurities and the lack of support he had.
His hair isn’t naturally red and spiky. I just love that he’s in an anime where crazy hair like that could totally be natural but it’s not.
Selflessness and kindness. He just is nice and respectful to everyone and is able to see the good in people (i.e. Bakugo) and he added sleeves to his hero costume so that his quirk wouldn’t hurt others. So sweet.
This kind of goes with the last one but his empathy. He’s just so understanding and I’m sure you could trust him not to judge you.
The fact that he can be so consumed with emotions when it comes to “manliness” that he cries.
His hugs. This isn’t canon but I just know he gives the best hugs.
The amount of effort he puts into things. He puts his everything into what he does and you can just tell how passionate he is about being a hero.
His eyes. They’re so pretty and expressive and I could just look at them forever.
okay y'all thought lukas is bad when hes jealous but like…lemme tell you about jealous philip. philip glaring at the boys and girls who are so obviously flirting with a clueless lukas. lukas being like “whats wrong???” and philip just “theyre all over you” and lukas just. smiles. and says “i didnt notice. too busy being all over you.”
Passion… it lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us… passion rules us all and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments; the joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d truly know some kind of peace but we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank… without passion, we’d truly be dead.
A/N: I’m in Norway so this is a planned post. p>
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My back was resting against
the soft, white pillow. I pulled the covers higher, covering my entire body. I
felt cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the bedroom, it was
all about the enormous fight Shawn and I had earlier. Fighting with him always
made me feel so cold, so tired and completely drained from any sort of energy. I
was reading a book or at least trying to, but I hardly managed to read a single
Honestly, I just needed
something to distract me from the fact that Shawn had left the apartment in
anger and I hadn’t heard from him since.