My Reaction To When I Find Out That Nagi Is As Tall As Gojo (1cm Difference)

pov: your about to go on vacation by your data for the month has already been used up bc you left on by accident

my thoughts rn

Damn. I feel like I was just lectured be an angry teacher at my middle school

This take. This take right here encapsulates everything wrong with the MHA Fandom as a whole. Yes, being a MHA is like all of that ecxept you are also working with the nazis you disgusting waste of human being. Your fandom made a mediocre piece of story and media rise to absurd proportions where I see awful takes as MHA being good when its not. It is a mediocre waste of potential. Your community and fandom are worth of being called one of the worst fandoms ever when all of you tainted even more the image of the lgbt and neurodivergent folk even more than it already is. Headcanons and shipping helped a lot with this because now being neurodivergent and queer could be associated with being like Deku and Bakugo, awfully written characters which people ship when it is objectively and morally wrong. Because yeah there is nothing wrong with shipping when there is and bakudeku is proof of that but all of you are way too horny to realize that shit. Shipping just serves to normalize abuse and stereotypes if done wrong. It is all so frustrating. Horikoshi should've been the one to die instead of Toriyama and Kentaro Miura, had Horikoshi died nothing of value would've been lost and we would've never had this plague on Earth that is MHA. I would pray to God that every MHA fan that made ill towards everyone mainly the lgbt and neurodivergent folk to pay severely, but the fact that MHA exist and grew the way it grew is objective proof that wathever God we have is a cruel and objectively evil one to give us a plague that is Horikoshi and his disgusting child MHA

Prologue: Silver Thief 

Warning for this chapter: Fem!reader, crack, cringy aah codenames, english is not my first language so pls excuse any grammar mistakes, dividers aren't mine either, reader has no family or friends. Takes place in Cuba 🇨🇺. Use of Y/N.

You were Silver Thief. Cunning, quick, sly, always gone in a flash of silver (that's where you got your code name from), and infamous for being wanted by not only the government due to your illegal activities, but by other gangs and organizations. So, you stayed in the shadows observing, watching and stealing. Filling in your own and your company's pockets. Until...

Boss hoe: [Name], we need you for another mission.

Y/N: 👅👅👅boom shakalaka i cant and wont bc u promised me a vacay

Boss hoe: You can't be for real. You're Silver Thief.

Y/N: nonono, let me cut u in right there, i may be silver thief, but i am still human and want, no, deserve a vacay.

Boss hoe: Where to.

Y/N: YES YES YES YES!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳

Boss hoe: .

Y/N: cuba

And that's how you ended up here, in Cuba. You sigh as you scroll on your phone while waiting in a very long line in the airport, longer that you expected, waiting to get through security to be allowed in the country. You look up from your phone and turn it off, since it's about to die anyway, and scan the crowd. You look around at the people, silently judging them on how easy it could be to pit-pocket them. 

'That one would be really easy,' you think while looking at a man. 'His phone is practically about to fall out of his pocket. I bet I can take it...' But with an internal jolt, you remember that your hoe of a boss specifically said not to pit-pocket anyone or do anything in crowded areas that might give away any hints about your secret job.

You sigh again. 'It's not like I have any friends to tell anyway.' You think recalling another memory of another of your boss's instructions, telling you to cut ties with any family or friends. You look up and the ceiling, staring at the fan on it for a moment before going back to judging people.

'Oh, I bet I could pit-pocket her, him too he doesn't look like he has his guard up...' You let your thoughts trail off as you get lost in you mind. 

And then you get to a certain someone. Actually, two certain someones. Both of them guys. One relatively tall, indigo eyes, and dark purple hair. Wearing a plain black tee and a shorts. And beside him was another guy, just slightly shorter with snow white hair and a green stripe. 

You were staring at them long enough for them to notice you staring. But, you could've sworn you knew them from somewhere.

a/n: yay! done with the prologue thingy

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im fine im- *throws up and gets a nose bleed that the same time* *awkward silence* As I WAs sAYiNg…

i refuse to let this shidou fanart flop

Literally my fav panel of all time

pfft this had me laughing for a few minutes

i love u kacchan but stfu sometimes pls