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Pressure

A rapper who's deemed herself "The Queen of Rap" went down a 24-hour spiral on various social media platforms with the inclusion of dragging another rapper's deceased mother into her conjuring and allegation-filled commentary and a 4-bar foot rhyme to boot (no pun) because that opposing rapper hissed on a track with no names dropped but a Megan's Law and ass shots that crawled under her skin.

All of this instead of committing to silence, pen to pad, getting in the studio, and dropping in 24 hours. I just—

Weird ass behavior. Nicki has more venom for Megan than for a woman who threw a whole shoe at her and tried to fight her. Megan being silent after the release of her track resulted in Nicki releasing hot air hoping she would respond outside of the studio. Like hello? Where is your track, Ms. "Queen of Rap"?? 🎤

i don't like the growing opinion that people are being 'too hard' on deku for his failing to save shigaraki.

i've seen quite a few people complaining that a lot of the bnha-critical crowd are being too mean to deku for getting tomura killed, arguing that it isn't really his fault, and that hes a 16 year old child soldier who's been failed by almost every adult in his life, why should we be putting all of this on his shoulders? hes just a kid after all?

and the truth is, they're right. deku IS a 16 year old boy whos had the fate of the world thrust on his shoulders. but the story itself just plainly refuses to acknowledge this.

the narrative doesn't acknowledge how fucked up having a school that trains literal children how to be combo cop-celebrities is. it only tentatively acknowledges the fact that a universe having combo cop-celebrities is fucked up, and even then the only people who ever point this out are antagonists, who are portrayed and treated in-universe as untrustworthy. the narrative doesn't care how fucked up dekus circumstances are. the narrative treats deku like hes a fucking messiah here to touch the hearts of the evil depressed villains with his magical empathetic heart of gold before they get blown up or just sent to fucking superhell for daring to challenge the status quote.

deku isn't a person. he's barely even a fucking character at this point. he's a plot device, and a mouth piece for the objectively shitty themes bnha is trying to spout. the themes that tell you that if you're mistreated by society and want to do something about it, you're a villain. that disrupting the status quote and refusing to repent to some random teenage boy spouting empty platitudes at you means you deserve to get sent to fucking superhell. the themes that portray people fighting for civil change as mass murdering supervillains. the themes that look the audience dead in the eye and can call deku the greatest hero to ever live.

deku, who barely spared a second thought to lady nagant telling him the truth about the hero commission. who spouts meaningless platitudes about heroism and morality at nagant, and aoyama, and toga and shigaraki, when even the thought that he should question the world around him comes up. who's constantly talked about as this truly kind, empathetic person, but hasn't spared an empathetic thought to literally anyone who is classified as a villain. who listened to every authority figure around him except the ones who asked him to question his worldview. who saw la bravas tears, shigarakis various breakdowns, himikos plead for understanding, chisakis catatonic state, lady nagants truth, and barley batted a fucking eye. deku, who killed tomura shigaraki.

people don't criticize deku for failing shigaraki because they just hate deku. people criticize deku because of what he represents. because hes a mouthpiece for the atrocious morals and themes of this ideologically rotten manga. because any character he had was chopped up to bits in favor of the incomplete husk we have now. people criticize deku because hes the main character of my hero academia. theres nothing more damning then that.

im not opposed to people making tsubomi a lesbian but i do find it to be kinda shallow when people reduce her rejecting all the boys to be just for that reason. she can still be a lesbian but i think she has other things to think about she's moving in a month if you catch my drift

I just read an interesting isekai, harem uppermoons x reader (gender neutral) fanfic on ao3 called the awakening of the demon king by wholesome_sliced_bread and plot so far is amazing!

In a nutshell, reader found a dead Muzan and ate him and they became the Demon King. (I find this terribly disturbing and funny at the same time).

You were just a student but then you stumbled across Muzan’s corpse and nom nom nom. ✨ expensive mukbang ✨ You got isekaied to the Demon Slayer world. (I drew another version of reader for another fanfic— I’m not running out of ideas at this point. But I drew them female huhu I should’ve drawn them ambiguous.)

Since you became the Demon King, all of the demons under Muzan’s creation, especially the Twelve Kizuki are under your control.

The original story of Demon Slayer might change depending on Reader, who is a fan of Demon Slayer in the real world, meaning they know everything what will happen to the story, who dies and survives, and how the original story will end. The fate lies upon their hands.

I enjoyed the story so far. I recommend everyone to read it~

May I share an opinion on the whole Aizawa critical thing? His philosophy of "expelling to give kids a taste of death" doesn't make a lot of sense, both Bakugou and Izuku were caught and nearly died in a villain attack, Mina and Kirishima diffused an villain attack and is still impacted, but aizawa implicitly treated them like they are all privileged sheltered kids discovering the stakes in heroics for the first time

yes exactly!! I kinda went off on this so I'm putting most of this post under a 'keep reading' but essentially: Aizawa's teaching method (mostly the expulsion part) is incredibly flawed because it was based around his own trauma (Oboro's death), and it doesn't do anything good for his students, instead only working to their detriment no matter how much bnha wants to prove the opposite.

One of Aizawa's biggest character flaws (and honestly I'm not mad about it – it's actually a super interesting/cool flaw of his and I wish people would point it out more) is that he never really believes or acts like anything bad ever happens to anyone until he's explicitly told about it, or he's shown it. I think he genuinely believes that every student at UA has been babied since birth except for him and a select few people because of their quirks (Shinso), and every impulsive thing they do is because they don't believe in the consequences until they're shown them via expulsion. He believes that he is the only one who sees the consequences of being a hero because he's one of the only people who's seen someone die – one of his best friends – on the job, and it’s his job to teach everyone else that single fact.

and in many cases that is true! characters like Bakugo or even Izuku don't really get that the hero world is really dangerous until they attend UA. As All Might himself tells Izuku – heroes are expected to put their lives on the line for people. And as All Might (and Aizawa) knows, All Might, who is responsible for crime going down by at least 2%, is going to retire soon. Crime is going to rise. This means deaths like Oboro’s are going to rise, and Endeavor isn’t anywhere near the level to carry the weight of #1 quite like All Might did.

The problem is, there are generations of people from Aizawa to Izuku who have only known the world that All Might created for them, and that world is going to die very soon with a very unprepared Japan suffering in the fallout. So in Aizawa’s mind, the best way to help these future heroes understand that All Might isn’t going to be around to save them is to give them consequences via expulsion. So at the beginning of the year, he puts them all on the same level (aka everyone is some spoiled kid who doesn’t know the consequences of their own actions) and threatens them via expulsion to make sure they realize that death exists and that their actions have consequences.

Unfortunately for Aizawa and his worldview, not everyone is some spoiled kid who has been babied since birth except for him. We all know Midoriya’s situation is an abnormal one, I don’t think anyone would guess that a formerly quirkless child would be entering into the school with a quirk they just got that day, but as you stated both Bakugo, Kirishima, and Mina alone have been faced with real-world near-death scenarios and have survived. Hell, Bakugo and Midoriya’s Sludge Villain incident had made its way into the news! Midoriya and Bakugo nearly died and it was on the news, yet Aizawa still felt it apt to threaten Midoriya with expulsion (extra death) because he didn’t feel that Midoriya was trying hard enough with his quirk.

Why? He already nearly died once (twice technically but Aizawa doesn’t know that), there’s no need to ‘kill’ him again. Is it because All Might saved him and therefore Aizawa needs to push that All Might won’t always be around to help him by threatening him in a space where All Might has no power? Did Aizawa just not see or forget that Midoriya and Bakugo nearly died? Why does he threaten him here in front of his entire class? What purpose does it serve for Midoirya’s development? (there’s also a case to be made where he’s biased against Midoriya in the beginning simply because All Might likes him, but that’s a whole other discussion)

And of course, that’s just Midoriya. It’s bad enough that a kid who’s always been pushed down by other people up until this point is being threatened by yet another person who doesn’t believe in him, but what about the other kids? What about Todoroki, who has a powerful quirk but has been abused by his father since his quirk developed? What about Uraraka, who would probably do more heroic but illegal things within the series (like saving Bakugo) if her entire family’s well-being and livelihood didn’t hinge on the fact that she stayed in school and didn’t get expelled by the most hard-ass teacher in series. What about students with delicate situations that can’t afford to be expelled because of their circumstances?

Instead of doing or being heroic, they’d be putting all their focus into hopefully not getting expelled, following the rules, keeping their heads down, instead of, y’know, trusting the adults in their life and questioning authority when need be. If they do get expelled, at the very least it’ll keep a black stain on their records that will follow them for the rest of their careers, and they’ll have to explain how they got expelled from the most prestigious hero school in Japan time and time again, annoying at most and career-destroying at the worst. At the very most, it puts these kids in danger from their guardians. That’s terrifying.

For example, if Shoto got expelled, at the very least Endeavor would call in a complaint like a regular old Karen. At the very most (aka Fanon interpretations of Endeavor) Shouto would get his ass beat six ways to Sunday. Or, the more in-canon option, Endeavor would take up Shoto’s training full time, which is also not good and very dangerous for him. Either way, it's trouble for Shoto because Aizawa assumed that Shoto was a spoiled kid and needed to be taught a lesson.

And sure, Aizawa doesn’t expel anyone in 1-A, but that doesn’t change the fact that he has expelled students before, and as a result, a majority of them (re: class 2-A) don’t really like him or respect him. Aside from literally one girl, they think he’s scary. They don’t like him. Being a hardass teacher is one thing, being a hardass teacher who people like and respect despite the no-nonsense bullshit is another thing. And aside from class 1-A (it's important to note that none of them have gotten expelled from his class and have even trauma bonded with him) and that one 2-A girl, they don’t like or respect him. They fear him. And for as funny as that is, that’s not the sign of a good teacher.

It’s not necessarily lazy teaching since he does it with a purpose, but it’s not right. He’s basically giving his students the teaching equivalent of tough parenting, and as most people on the internet know, tough parenting only leads to negative consequences for the victims (the students). And furthermore, it's obvious he only does this because of his trauma with Oboro's death. Expulsion isn't traumatic, like I stated earlier it depends on the situation how serious being expelled would be for a student, but if you think about it this way – that Aizawa purposefully traumatizes/scares/hurts/destroys the trust of students in a completely different way from how he was traumatized to teach them a lesson without 'consequence' – that's not good! That's terrible, even, and incredibly harmful in the long run.

We even see the negative consequences of Aizawa's expulsion method in Aizawa himself! The consequences of Oboro's death (which expulsion is supposed to emulate) on him are detrimental to him – he goes into a very serious depression to the point where he'll only do the bare minimum to pass classes, and he isolates himself from his friends. We're explicitly shown that what he's doing isn't helping him or doing him any favors and it's only through healing from his trauma that he actually starts to get better. And he wants to do this to other students (albeit on a smaller scale) to teach them the same lesson he learned? What the hell! Who thought this was right?

(Nezu bc he authorized it but eh. That guy lives for chaos.)

I love Aizawa, really I do, but this expulsion game really isn't right.

A Shoto arc retrospective

Can I say something really mean about my hero academia? Can I??

I got into mha when I was a 14 yo girl, I saw Deku vs. Todoroki at the sports festival and I was immediately sucked into the story.

I was a little girl being physically abused by a parent at home, and when I saw Shoto, the first ever character I came across in TV who was being abused in a similar way as me, it sparked hope deep in my chest. That he was going to be saved, that he was going to be believed and helped and rescued and maybe, just maybe, that meant that there was a chance for me too.

Maybe I was going to be saved.

For years, I daydreamed about the time when the truth of Endeavor would come out, when Shoto was finally going to be safe. Sometimes it was my only comfort when I dissociated during or after being hurt.

Then it happened, and Shoto wasn’t saved, and Endeavor faced no consequences with the law or his reputation. Shoto’s feelings on the matter were never addressed. He never got to cry, his friends never got to comfort him, Aizawa or any other adult in his life never got to save him like I had imagined so many times.

Maybe it’s selfish of me to project my desire to be saved onto a fictional character that isn’t mine.

But I was 14, and I was still scared to call what was being done to me ‘abuse’, and Shoto was my anchor through a lot of pain. Because he was like me, isolated and hurt. And I hoped that I could be saved like he was going to be.

And then he wasn’t.

Now I’m 23, and mha is ending, and I’ve never been more disappointed by a piece of media in my life.

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!💫

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