僕は僕だ。

Muzan when he can’t leave the infinity fortress cuz of the sun

W.I.P

As I have previously said, what Aizawa told Izuku during the quirk assessment was the worst possible thing he could have said to him at the time. Izuku feels the need to prove he is worthy - of existing generally - by being useful. And Aizawa added more fuel to the fire by declaring that Izuku would be useless after saving one person. It only lead to more self destruction because this just exacerbates Izuku's low self worth.

It's not even an accurate description of what happened during the forest training arc. The only person Izuku saved with his quirk was Kota. But Izuku's direct actions at a minimum saved Tokoyami and Shouto. Indirectly, he may have saved most of the hero course. Izuku was the one that made it in time to give Aizawa's permission to fight to Mandalay. Izuku's actions took out the members of the League's Vanguard Squad with the highest body count at the time: Muscular and Moonfish. Without Izuku, the kidnapping would have been the least of their worries. There would have been several deaths.

But all Izuku can think of is when the adults in his life told him that he was worthless because he was unable to achieve a perfect victory in an impossible situation as an unlicensed student.

Bomin Reference Sheet

And this one is about Dabi, bc I think he was done dirty so much (just like Izu) and I have to say....I don't like how dabi is closer to Natsu, a 8 years old, over Yumi.

I get the reason and have seen many discussion about Dabi and Natsu, trust me. But Yumi was there....she is their sister but is she like the maid or smth? I'm serious bc when Rei was gone I know the chores fall to Yumi who is the only girl in the house (mind you, Endy is rich enough to have more helpers "maybe he did and we don't know" ok fair, but the emotional labour fall to Yumi)

And yes Dabi was just parroting his father's sexism (when dabi wake up from the coma he wanted to apologize to his mom and sister, so is not as if he hated them. I do agree it's and should be nuanced ...) but we aren't allowed to see Toya and Yumi bonding? Did Toya ignored his sister and went straight to vent to a 8 years old boy?

Feels odd (not odd, in the sense "I don't believe it" but in the sense "it's forced, Toya had someone closer in age to talk") bc why not talk to his sister? Was she pro endy even back then? But Toya wanted his attention so his sister being pro endy wouldn't be an issue unless she told him to try be smth else.

Just saying it's ...strange how Yumi is ignored when she is closer of age to Toya. Dabi and Natsu have a bonding but not Yumi...bc she is a girl.

Did Dabi unlearn his sexism way? Look, as much "sexist dabi" are funny jokes...I never saw him, the adult dabi, as sexist. Endy? Yes. Dabi, the crazy villain not (not saying Dabi is feminist king or any shit, but like he never gave me the vibe of being "woman make me a sandwich!")

Just wondering here.

Hi @mikeellee 👋

I think it makes sense why Touya was closer to Natsou than to fuyumi. Now, when I say that, I mean that Touya simply talked to and opened up more to Natsou, not that he and fuyumi didn't have a relationship at all. The Canon material shows that they had a sibling relationship but they weren't particularly as close compared to touya and Natsou and I do think this stems from Touya's own mysgonistic beliefs that were instilled into him by Enji's behaviour. I do want to clarify that Touya's mysgonistic beliefs aren't presented as a LOUD BARRIER to his relationship with fuyumi and his mother, but they are still quite a present and persistent barrier that needs to be acknowledged. Yes, Touya cares for his mother and sister, and he did feel guilty after waking up from his coma, but that doesn't negate the fact that he has some concerning beliefs that taint his own perception of the women in the todoroki household.

That's to say I believe that Touya did use to open up to fuyumi but as time went on he slowly distanced himself away and began relaying on Natsou a lot more due to him viewing him and Natsou to be more similar again a mysognistic belief that is highlighted in these 2 pages.

Touya still seems to have a relationship with his sister before his death. However, I would argue that it's a lot more distant now than, especially with their differing beliefs on the matters of the household. Fuyumi craves a normal life and a normal happy family, which causes her to pretend everything is fine and try and do damage control on what she could while Touya knew fully what was going on with the family and abs hated all of it causing him to actively go against his parents wishes and rebel.

They still seem to be close as Touya does accept her invitation to play with her and Natsou. However, I would argue that Fuyumi now has a closer relationship to Natsou than to Touya, and the same is applicable to Touya.

Again, I do wish we got more flashbacks and differing perspectives from the todoroki family, especially from Fuyumi's perspective.

Before the incident, it is stated in chapter 302 that Enji did hire help but it was only to look after Shoto which does mean that the responsibility of the 3 children did fall mainly to Rei and I do believe that a gold chunk of the manual and emotional labour fell onto Fuyumi as well after her mother was hospitalised. I do think it is a possibility that Enji did hire someone to look after them however, I find it unlikely that the person stayed long at all or that they done much in general and I think from what we see it is heavily implied that after their mother's hospitalisation Fuyumi is the one to handle the labour requited to be fulfilled.

I don't think that the reason Touya was distant with fuyumi was that she was pro enji but more due to their differing views about what they want and how they individually process the situation they are in mixed in with Touya's mysgoiny. However, I do believe that Touya unlearns this after he becomes Dabi yet it is a shame that Horikoshi never showed us when and how (probably because it would paint enji in a bad light and it would need to be told from Dabi's perspective)

Home and Somewhere Else

The fact that Horikoshi had ALL the opportunity to have a "power of friendship" moment with the League coming together and breaking Tomura out of the possession/mind control and going on to band together against AFO but instead chose to kill them off or imprison them without any closure is my villain origin story

Oh my god! It's happening again! I called out Aizawa for failing to turn Bakugou around, resulting in him becoming in 15th place in the Hero Ranks. Someone replied, "He's a teacher, not a miracle worker."

I responded, "He's hardly even a teacher."

It devolved from there.

Pls😭

People are so defensive of Aizawa. Honestly more than they are of Bakugou which is... Weird to me. Like, the man literally doesn't teach and enables shitty behavior

Ms.NotSoIndependent

Stack Moore(Sinners2025)x black reader:

Genre: smut with very little angst

Summary: once stack comes from chicago. he realizes how independent you've become and the tension you have towards him

Preview: “I knew you’d be mad... but you been treatin’ me like I'm just any other normal ass nigga. Like I don’t mean nothin’ to you,” he said, squatting in front of you so you were eye level.“Obviously, you forgot who the fuck I am... so let me remind you real quick.”

Word count: 1,192

Warning: the content with in this story contains sexual themes of aggressive conversations, fingering, smut, cunnilingus

It had been about two weeks since Stack came back into town after he and his brother's unannounced trip. He returned thinking the same sweet, charismatic, and loving girl he left behind would greet him with hugs and kisses. Instead, he was met with a cold, nonchalant, and independent woman who wouldn’t even give him a passing glance.

He knew leaving without telling you was wrong, so he had been trying to make up for it by helping you reach dishes on the top shelf, fixing the leaky sink, even offering to carry your groceries home. But every time, he was either ignored, brushed off, or straight-up told you didn’t need his help. Stack had been trying to keep his cool, hoping you’d eventually break out of this bratty phase. But today... you pushed him too far. And he snapped.

You were already having a rough day. The chores around the house stacked up as high as the dishes in the sink. Your mood was on edge when Stack decided to stop by.

“What you got planned for today?” he asked, trying to start a conversation.

You didn’t even bother responding to the man whose voice irritated you every time he spoke.

“Okay… still being a brat,” he mumbled under his breath. You turned around and shot him the dirtiest look you could manage.

Leaning lazily against a chair in the kitchen, he stayed unfazed. “Me and my brother are having the grand opening of the juke joint tonight. I want you there for me.”You immediately responded, almost cutting him off, “Not interested. I got too much to do around the house anyway.” You went back to scrubbing the dishes without giving him another look. Stack took it as another chance to lend a hand. “Well, then let me help you. I really wa—”, “I don’t need your help, Stack!” you snapped, swinging around too fast. The dish in your hand slipped and shattered across the floor. “Shit,” you muttered under your breath. You dropped to your knees to pick up the broken pieces carefully. “I don’t even know why you’re here. You left me. I’ve moved on. You need to do the same.”you said coldly.

Stack’s face dropped. His patience finally ran out. “You know I’ve been tryin’ to be nice to you,” he said lowly, the tension in the room thickening. The house grew suffocatingly silent.

Stack started walking toward you, the crunch of porcelain under his boots echoing off the walls.

“I knew you’d be mad... but you been treatin’ me like I'm just any other normal ass nigga. Like I don’t mean nothin’ to you,” he said, squatting in front of you so you were eye level.“Obviously, you forgot who the fuck I am... so let me remind you real quick.”

You stood up just as he did, trying to hold your ground.“I don’t know what the hell you talkin’ about.”He stepped forward, closing the space between you, backing you into the kitchen counter.You could feel the heat radiating off his body.“Boy, move,” you warned, trying to slip past him, but he grabbed your wrists, holding you in place. He leaned into your ear. “You forgot what it felt like when daddy was here to take care of you. But I'm back now... and I ain't goin’ nowhere.” His words made your breath hitch.

Your eyes scanned his face, trying to tell if he was serious. He started kissing down your neck, rubbing your curves, slowly lifting your dress. You gasped at the way his hands roamed, but you had longed for his touch for too long to push him away. “Stack... move,” you tried to protest, your voice trembling with hidden moans.His mouth found your sweet spot near your jawline, making your knees buckle. Stack noticed immediately, smirking against your skin.

“See? All that 'I don’t need you' bullshit...” he murmured. “But your body can’t lie to me, baby.”

You hated how your body betrayed you.But with Stack... you couldn’t even fight it.You barely registered being lifted onto the counter until you felt the cold countertop on your skin, making you gasp. Stack ran his hands up your thighs, giving small squeezes, reaching your panties.The rough pads of his fingers and his husky cologne made you melt.

He stopped, looking you directly in the eyes as he rubbed you through your panties.

Your moans slipped out despite yourself.He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice rough. He leaned closer, only inches away from your face.

“Tell me you want me to leave... and I'll go.”You wanted to slap him. Push him away. Cuss him out for the pain he caused when he left. But no words came out, only breathless moans. Because deep down, you didn’t want him to leave. And he knew it.

Stack smirked, feeling your surrender.

He ripped your panties off, slipping two fingers inside you, massaging your breast with his other hand.“I know you’re mad at me for leavin’,” he growled, “but daddy’s back now. And I’m gonna take real good care of you, okay?”He slowed the movement of his fingers to an agonizing pace, waiting for your answer.“O-Okay,” you finally whimpered out, desperate for him to keep going.

He chuckled lowly. “...Okay what?” he teased, stopping again.“Okay, Daddy!” you cried out. Proud, Stack laughed in your face, cocky as ever. “There’s my girl.”

He slipped his fingers out and pushed them into your mouth.You sucked eagerly, happy to have your man back. Then he kissed you, a long, heated kiss that felt like a lifetime of waiting poured into it. When he finally broke away, he stared at your swollen lips, the hickeys blooming on your neck, the sweat forming on your skin.“Let me take care of you. Make up for lost time.”

Stack dropped to his knees between your thighs, kissing you everywhere until he reached your pussy. Without hesitation, he started devouring you, like he had been starving for you.You almost lost control instantly, gripping the back of his head, moaning his name.When you started grinding against his face, chasing the high he was giving you, he locked eyes with you.The sight nearly pushed you over the edge. But just when you were about to cum, Stack abruptly pulled away.

“Wait—Stack, please,” you whined, desperate for more.

He smirked, standing up, adjusting his suit while your juices still coated his face.

“And you said you didn’t need me,” he teased. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small wad of cash and tucked it between your breasts, brushing your skin just enough to make you shiver. “Now go get you a new dress, shoes, and get pretty for me. Cause we're going dancing tonight” He kissed your lips one last time before heading to the front door.Before closing it behind him, he turned and shot you a wink with his signature smirk. You couldn’t help but smile, still aching for the touch you swore you didn’t need.

~ first post I hope yall like it!💫

Differences between ENFP and ENFJ:

ENFJ: I'm so tired of studying for my double degree all day but I've just started a new poetry book! It's divided in three parts, even though I haven't thought about the design of the book yet. Probably minimalistic.

ENFP: well I just identified the specific region in Italy where a tiktoker lives based on his accent, asked in the comments if I was correct and he's the one who replied. I was right. We're basically best friends now. Also check this video I made while procrastinating.