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Hey, so today's post is kind of personal, more than a little personal actually but I guess you could say I wasn't feeling the best earlier. And with these feelings I was trying to find anything to distract myself with and I ended up going through some older notes in my phone. And, well I got to reading this one. I guess you could say it's kind of stupid but I almost felt like I could relate? (again to myself so, stupid) and I thought maybe others could too.

I guess I was just feeling a lot of emotions, some similar but also none quite the same. I guess you could say it I felt... Unvalidated? Not valued, not seen, not heard; amongst other things. I won't go into detail what happened today but I guess here's a little, almost diary entry? Of a bad day from a while back.

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Thurs. Oct 24, 2024:

I wasn't having the best day yesterday, I couldn't tell you why, there wasn't just one specific thing, I think it was just... Everything. I'm just, tired. Tired of not knowing, tired of not being enough. Just, tired. I need a break. Just a moment to catch my breath. So yeah, I wasn't having the best day yesterday.

I had to actively stop myself from crying my eyes out in the middle of a classroom or hallway a couple of times. For some reason, I so desperately wanted nothing more than a hug from my dad. But it made me want to cry even more because I knew I couldn't have one, it was in the middle of the school day and he was at work. I had to force myself to think of something, anything other than how much I so desperately wanted a hug at that moment. Otherwise, I'd start bawling my eyes out in front of dozens of people.

I thought about asking Mrs. T for a hug. She was right there. No more than a couple of steps away. But for some reason I couldn't get myself to do it. Even though I was trying my damn hardest not to have a mental breakdown a foot behind her. Instead I just silently got up once the bell rang and stood behind her for a moment, debating. But after a moment I just grabbed my bag and silently walked away, I didn't say anything, she didn't say anything either. (She hadn't notice)

The second time I think I had to actively avoid breaking out in tears was on the way to my third-period from Mrs. T office hours, I had to force myself to stop thinking about the hug I couldn't have otherwise I'd start crying in front of my pre-calculus class. Eventually, the teacher came along to unlock the door and I splashed my face with some water from the water fountain.

It was a little better after that. I could distract myself with math, I didn't have to think, well at least think about anything other than math. And I thought to myself, what if I asked Yoshi for a hug, even if it seemed like an inadequate substitute at the time? I thought about the girls and I know they would hug me if I asked but I don't know if it was the kind of hug I needed. I think that thought is also the reason I didn't end up asking ***** for a hug either. It wasn't the kind of hug I needed.

Even as I just silently dissociated my way through lunch to avoid crying. Then came ceramics, my mind and body felt all over the place. Like I wanted, needed to do something but couldn't. I was glazing my projects which helped a lot I even got to genuinely smile and laugh at some point, so my day got a little better after that. I could just immerse myself in my art. I could mostly do the same thing in LC while painting posters, so by the time I went home I was a lot better than the latter half of the afternoon.

Hours went by and I forgot about my insistent need for a hug from no one else but for my dad. And eventually, he came home. At that point I didn't feel like I desperately needed a hug anymore, but I thought to myself, I could still use that hug, so I silently moseyed my way out of my room after a moment of contemplation and made my way to his.

I stood at the door and watched for a moment as he was kicking his dirty laundry into a pile on the floor to be washed. I don't know why but that pile of dirty laundry felt like the Mariana trench between him and I at that moment. So instead of wading myself across it I just asked, are you still not working tomorrow? (That's not what I wanted to say but I felt like I needed to say something, anything, to try to bridge that gap)

He confirmed what I already knew, still not looking at me, just focusing on compiling his clothes together. And of course, since I was there standing in the doorway ******(my dog) wanted to come see, and as always he was getting told that he was in the way (I always feel bad when I hear everyone say that, even though it's true and he likes to stick close to your legs causing you to trip) and I don't know why it struck me so much.

Why when he told ******(my dog) to get out and go away it felt like he was saying it to me. I know he wasn't angry or annoyed at me, I know that. He was just tired and now annoyed at the dog. But it hit me, and I couldn't tell you why.

So I silently left and made my way back to my room as he started saying things like all I do is work work work work, work and mop, work and mop... In his usual annoyed tone. I don't know why, but for a moment, I silently stood at my door still just a little cracked as I listened to him rant, even though my heart felt like it was cracking with every word he said.

Finally, I silently shut the door and that's when the waterworks; the one's I had been holding back all day, finally spilled over. I cried for a while rambling and babbling and I had to repeatedly tell myself something I already knew, he's not mad at you, he's just tired and annoyed at the dog, he's just tired and annoyed at the dog, had to tell myself he won't be mad at you if you go to ask for a hug, that's ridiculous, so finally after a while of working up my gall, I splash my face with water in the bathroom make sure it didn't look like I was crying.

And I made my way back to his room, but this time there was no cavernous trench of laundry between us. I silently made my way in and just stood behind him while he was fiddling with his phone and charging, still not saying a word. ******(my dog) followed me along and jumped on his bed. It probably didn't take more than a minute to finish up his fiddling, but it felt like forever, and again I felt like I had to force myself to not make my eyes water, so he couldn't see.

Finally, he turned around and asked me what I wanted, I silently held my arms out for a hug and I asked him if I could get a hug he couldn't hear me so I repeated myself but I don't think it came out as more than a mumble. He got the hint anyway and hugged me. like his hugs. We usually just silently hold each other and sway back and forth on our feet. I like our hugs.

But in that moment it just didn't feel right. I couldn't tell you why. Just that it wasn't. Suddenly he spoke up and said, it'll all be okay. I don't know why he said it. Maybe it showed on my face. Or maybe you didn't show enough.

Because the next moment he's pulling away. Entirely too quickly. A hug. One that earlier in the day I had to actively stop myself from crying out for because I so desperately needed it. A hug I had to give myself a pep talk just ask for. But a hug that felt like it was the answer turned out to break me even more.

After he pulled away he joked about something with the dog and laughed. He laughed. There's nothing wrong with laughing. But in that moment it felt like she was laughing at me. And I had to force myself to let out a laugh too. So he wouldn't see that there's anything wrong.

Even as I silently walked out of his room my back to him so he wouldn't see the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. Mouth tightly shut so he wouldn't hear the sobs threatening to claw up my throat. I silently walked away from his room to mine closed my door, and let the first sob near silently leave my body as it clicked shut. I felt so stupid. I felt useless and like I couldn't do anything.

And so then the waterworks started again as I tried to snuff out the sobs leaving my body. I didn't want him to try to come into my room and see me breaking apart so I decided I was going to take a shower. I wasn't dirty. Not really. But it felt like it, almost. Couldn't let him see. I don't know why he's not allowed to see. He just isn't. So I started quietly cursing myself for being so stupid as I took off my jewelry and grabbed my stuff for the shower. I felt better after the shower. Not entirely. But better than I was before. Didn't feel like I was going to start breaking out in sobs at any second. So, better.

The weapon isn’t sharp,

but it wounds all the same—

innocence worn

like a well-practiced game.

A smile, a shrug,

a task left undone,

they play the fool

but they've already won.

Each failure rehearsed,

each “oops” on display,

leaving the other

to clean up, to stay.

They dodge the load

with a clumsy excuse,

while someone else tightens

what they set loose.

It’s not lack of skill,

nor honest mistake—

it’s a quiet control

they refuse to forsake.

The cost isn't loud,

but it's heavy with strain,

a silent exchange

of effort and pain.

So call it what is—

not careless or dense,

but a choice to avoid

by feigned incompetence.

And the one who bears it

feels furious within,

caught in a loop

they didn’t begin.

“Can’t You Just…”

A shrug, a grin, “You’re better, see?”

Dropped the ball—again—carefree.

Burnt the toast, forgot the chore,

Left the mess and asked for more.

A tangled web of small mistakes,

Too many spills, too few breaks.

The other watches, calm in face,

But furious deep beneath the grace.

“It’s not on purpose,” they insist,

While every task is somehow missed.

Funny how the job goes fine

When no one's watching, drawing the line.

A clumsy act, rehearsed, refined—

A quiet scheme that’s undermined.

It isn’t skill they lack or lose,

It’s choice—they’ve learned to not to choose.

So one picks up what’s left behind,

The weight, the work, the ties that bind.

It’s not that they can’t carry their share—

It’s knowing someone else will care.

Notes app dump!!!

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Elysian had many meanings but the one that stood out was how it was the place of the blessed after death. It had nothing to do with your actual quirk though, but you didn't care.

All stories have a beginning, but this does not necessarily mean that a beginning has to be the first part of a story. -It started... by DonJonson

Denki groans. “Look, as long as Bakugou doesn’t Baku-Bark at me, I think I’m safe.”

While both lassitude and lethargy describe a state of tiredness or inactivity, lassitude emphasizes a more general weariness and lack of interest, while lethargy specifically implies drowsiness or a decrease in consciousness. In simpler terms, lassitude is a feeling of being tired and not wanting to do anything, while lethargy is a more severe state of drowsiness and apathetic behavior.

he definitely has a little platonic crush, a squish, if you will

@Ty Cameron:"I am not an advocate for frequent changes in laws and constitutions, but laws and institutions must go hand in hand with the progress of the human mind” ~Thomas Jefferson

“We and the rain will take care of him. You were never here, but you must go before you are.”

“Hey, little listeners. I have a very special guest here who would like to party with you all!”

@❤️:fr I thought it broke…. no turns out im just broke😭

(First one as in broken promise second one as in no money. Talking about the ladies oven that when you pull it down it retracts in on itself)

@Setti Robson:I heard a quote once that said “I accept the bare minimum from my partners because I was taught to expect the bare minimum from the people who supposed loved me the most”

@ren:):dude. i had a dream once that i was waving out the window to a scary shadowy figure across the street. i was so scared of it for years, until i dreamed i was on the other side, waving back

@dumbitch'o'possum ✨️Scraprat✨️:that audio could fit maladaptive daydreaming. dreaming your life away only to wake up one day and realize your dreams have died years ago and you were stuck within the memory, chasing the fantasy.

@dumbitch'o'possum ✨️Scraprat✨️:you don't have to kill to be the death of others. "all I gave them was death" as her body rotted alive, withering from neglect, having chased a fantasy that made her forget her mortality.

@laurabrannann:“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I have ever known.” - Chuck Palahniuk

@angrylez:But the juxtaposition of “I’m not a violent dog, I don’t know why I bite” and “The dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. My guilt will not purify me.” I know I am not a bad dog and yet still I bite, so does it really matter what kind of dog I am? I am still a dog that bites

@Cherub:I did not realize the 'great' in "Make America Great again" was referring to the Great Depression my bad guy

@yesenia 🌻:Make America Great…Ly depressed again omg

"You don't need a quirk to be great, Izuku. Just a heart that's willing to try."

@Bigulsworth:“Some people are nice even if their personality is a little different” damn

Every good thing in this world started with a dream

@Walbeard:To quote Brennan Lee Mulligan “are you striving for greatness or working to avoid disappointment?”

"-because I have TEETH! and I like to use them sometimes" 🤣💖 I don't know why I love this so much

@Lady_Brisarys:“Since light travels faster than sound, some people might seem bright until you hear them speak”😂😂

The itsy bitsy spider song- @Xander Wilgar:It's a song about fake hopes and how the upper class keeps raining down on the lower and middle class to keep them away from the ☀️

Men be like "Let me just play Devil's Advocate" like no, Shut up. You are the Devil:

-This post Has Influenced Me Beyond Reason.. Yesterday a man said to me "well, to be devil's advocate-" and I said "there's no 'advocate, men are the devil and when you speak its with his tongue" and he stared at me until be both awkwardly laughed bc I momentarily was haunted by a Victorian feminist ghost

-guy said he was being The devil's advocate girl responds with "self advocating? That's a bold move."

@Good2deigh:Sometimes you have to play the fool to fool the fool who thinks he's fooling you ~ September Virgo 🙋‍♀️

@Rita Gogo:“Disloyalty is never forgiven because where is Lucifer” you ate with that!!!

William Shakespeare once wrote “The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.” He wrote it in one of his less known plays called “As You Like It”

Reimagined Green Eggs and Ham. Plz go follow her on TikTok @justayari (I think she's going to make a book with it!)

"I do not owe you eggs or ham" by Magaly Sosa:

I do not want green eggs, mmm I do not want green eggs and ham, I do not want them, sam I am, I said it once I said it clear, my no is real, it's rooted here, do not ask me in a house, do not ask me with a mouse, don't try a train or boat or box, I don't need tricks, I don't need talks, I said no kindly, I said it plain, why ask me once and ask again, I don't need pressure, I don't need fear, I don't need please set (said?) in my ear, you twist my words to make me bend, that's not persuasion, it's a trend, where 'no' means maybe and 'not now' gets questioned, poked then flip somehow, you call it fun, you call it game, I do not owe and I will not shrink, my sacred no, and Sam he blinked, he breathed, he knew, he bowed and said "I honour you"

Here's just a little sneak peek at the fun and amazing work of art that is called...

Airwaves Unscripted (PapaMic) by Chimera_Regarion on WP!

It's crack and it's beautiful and you should definitely go read it right this second- ANYWAY on to it...

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(Izuku Midoriya's POV)

"-and I swear, if I see one more hero posting a 'thoughts and prayers' tweet after doing jack shit to fix the problem, I'm gonna lose my mind." I say, drumming my fingers against the desk.

"Oh-ho, careful, Zuzu!" Dad snickers. "You're gonna make all the corporate heroes cry into their brand sponsorships!"

"Oh no, whatever shall they do? Maybe wipe their tears with the stacks of cash they made off merchandise while ignoring the civilians suffering right outside their shiny-ass agencies?*" I lean into the mic, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm just a kid, what do I know?"

"You know too much," Dad sighs dramatically. "Society's golden boy, how dare you think critically?"

"I know, I should be grateful!" I throw a hand up. "Look at me, a student at U.A., the peak of all human existence, training under heroes who definitely, absolutely, 100% never screw up or fail anyone! Right, Dad?"

Dad snorts, trying to hold in his laughter. "Oh, absolutely. Heroes are always perfect, and the system has zero flaws."

"Exactly!" I gesture wildly. "*Clearly, those people who get ignored, overlooked, or outright abandoned just didn't try hard enough. If they wanted help, they should've been conveniently located near a hero who was having a good day!"

Dad claps his hands. "And let's not forget the golden rule: If you're not 'hero material, then society's just not built for you! That's your fault, obviously!"

"Mmm, yes, let's talk about that!" I tap the mic. "my new brother, who totally doesn't hate my guts-hi, by the way! spent his entire childhood being told he's villainous because his quirk is scary. Meanwhile, I-quirkless, useless, disposable-got the same treatment but for a different reason. Because society loves picking favorites.*"

Dad hums. "It's almost like... the system is designed to benefit a select few while leaving the rest to rot?*"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, careful now, Dad." I gasp. "That almost sounded like criticism! We can't have that! You're a pro hero! What if people start thinking for themselves?!"

"Perish the thought!"

"Exactly!" I slam my hands down. "Heroes are the good guys, and if you dare question anything about them, you must be anti-hero or pro-villain! Those are the only two options, right?"

Dad dramatically wipes a fake tear. "It's so simple when you put it like that, Zuzu."

"I try." I smirk. "Wouldn't wanna burden people with nuance or critical thinking. That's dangerous, you know."

"Super dangerous."

We both pause. The silence lingers for a second, stretching just long enough to be uncomfortable.

Because it's not really a joke.

We mean every word.

"Anyway," I shake my head, breaking the moment. "Let's move on before we accidentally wake up the morality police. What's next?"

Dad glances at his notes. "Ooooh, this one's fun! 'Heroes with their own energy drinks-a discussion on capitalism, branding, and selling out!"

I groan. "Oh, kill me now."

Dad cackles. "Buckle up, partner, it's gonna be a wild ride!"

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... Please go read it, it's crack and I'm living for it

Damn I want a whole story on this now

I’ve seen that future…

If you had told Danny that joining the justice league would mean getting up at the ass crack of dawn to go to some stupid meeting, he never would have joined. Well that not fully true but he might have agreed to have a Zata tube installed in Amity. Even with how much he hates those things it still seems like a better idea now that he is flying through space trying to catch up with this stupid satellite. He was already late thanks to Skulker, which means he missed his perfectly times window to catch the watchtower in orbit so now he’s here playing catch up.

He didn’t even bother to slow down from his Mach 20 pace when he reached it. Just turned intangible and shot through the window into the meeting room. He was expecting to get scolded for being late. Or for his dramatic entrance but he was not expecting the other members to not notice him at all on account of them arguing.

Taking the golden opportunity to get out of a scolding, (he did not want to be the victim of another bat glare) he kept he’s mouth shut and floated down to Hal. Who seemed to be sulking off to the side of the fight. “Dude, what’s gonna on?”

“Batman,” the name was spat like a curse. “Had plans on how to take us all out.” Hal waved to the screen before him, inviting Danny to look.

“Really?” He floated to the screen, seeing files with each leaguer’s name. After a moment of hesitation, he clicked on his own.

“Yeah! Can you fucking believe this?” Hal growled out. “He planned on how to kill us all and is now acting like we’re the unreasonable ones.” Danny would normally be shaken by Hal’s anger. The guy so rarely got truly anger that it startled Danny every time. In that moment however he couldn’t bring his attention way from the screen. It was a decent plan. Risky, unlikely to work but decent. The fact Batman did this at all though. “You think you know a guy, right? Phantom?” Hal asked when he saw the ghost wasn’t responding to him.

Before he could continue his questioning Phantom shot off across the room. All leaguers that could keep up with the ghost speed braces from a fight when they saw him heading straight for Batman. They were anger with him yeah but they didn’t want him dead. They all knew Phantom was physically capable of doing that and had only seen him fly this fast in battle.

Their concern turned to confusion however when Danny stopped dead still just before the dark knight. Looking the man over before reaching to the side, Danny’s hand disappearing into a green vortex that appeared out of thin air. When he pulled back, a small metal box, no bigger than a watch box, laid in his hand as he presented it to Batman.

“This is a blood blossom.” The soft words cut through the tense silence. “It is one of, no it is the only thing that can kill me. For good.” Batman looked at the box, then at the boy. Determination sat on his brows despite the tired sadness that coloured his eyes. “If I…” His eyes broke away from the white lenses. “If I go bad. Please. I understand you don’t want to kill. So please, give this to someone who will kill me.”

No one moved for a moment as they processed the request. Emotions shifting wildly in them all. Superman’s landing on anger. “Why would you give him that?!” He stepped forward. “He already plans to kill us all why would you give him that?!”

“Because I’ve seen that future.” The conference was stated plainly. Melancholy waiting down on the boy as he turn to the others. “The realms are different than here.” His trembled. “Time works differently. You can walk into tomorrow and run into yesterday. Every possibly future exists within the realms.”

He scanned each heroes face as his voice harden. “I’ve seen what happens. I know what happens if I turn.” Danny took a deep breath as he met superman’s eyes. Gazing at him with eyes that saw more than what was in front of him. “I killed you first Clark.” It was stated as fact. Non of them could bring themselves to doubt him. “Then Diana. Then Hal. One by one each one of you were killed… by me.”

His breath came out frosted, his emotions making it hard to keep from freezing the watchtower as he turned back to Batman. “You survived the longest. Out of everyone here you got the closest to stopping me. In that reality however, you didn’t know about ghost. Didn’t know how to fight me.” He held out the box again. “Please, I can’t let that future happen.”

Everyone was stunned. Watching in silent shock as the horror of what Phantom said sunk in. Batman recovers quickest, slowly reaching out to grab that box which he now identified as being made of lead.

“Thank you Phantom.” There was more to those words than what it may appear. A silent reassess that the ghost picked up on.

"I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory

When’s it gonna get me?

In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me?

If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?

Is it like a beat without a melody?

See, I never thought I’d live past twenty

Where I come from some get half as many

Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask

We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty

Scratch that

This is not a moment, it’s the movement

Where all the hungriest brothers with

Something to prove went?

Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand

We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land

And? If we win our independence?

Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?

Or will the blood we shed begin an endless

Cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?

I know the action in the street is excitin’

But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’

I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’

We need to handle our financial situation

Are we a nation of states? What’s the state of our nation?

I’m past patiently waitin’. I’m passionately

Smashin’ every expectation

Every action’s an act of creation!

I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow

For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow"

IDEA!

I think it would be so cool if someone made an animation based off of the Disney song "Colors of the Wind" (if anyone ever feels the need to make this come to life by all means PLEASE 🙏)

Like there is a person that the scene is following and they're singing the song but in like modern times showing off like cities and people just interacting and LIVING

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🎶"You think I'm an ignorant savage" 🎶

The speaker (for the sake of this I'm going to call them "C" for citizens or something or like the people) is singing towards the camera or another idea is is that there is another person (I'm going to call this figure G) that is kind of just like a blank slate or like a shadow figure so like there's no identifiable features just that it's a being that is there and present and they are the one being addressed

-maybe there's a foggy blurry distant perception of an angry mob behind C that's kind of like a mirage

🎶"And you've been so many places"🎶

Pan rich people stuff, like boats and planes and maybe high class parties with suits and dresses and champagne or whatnot

🎶"I guess it must be so"🎶

🎶"But still, I cannot see"🎶

Maybe there's a close up of C and in their eyes you can see different scenes of people crying over bills in their hand well at the hospital, and then maybe it pans to some rich higher up connected to the hospital and they're laughing having fun over fancy dinner in a suit at some party

🎶"If the savage one is me"🎶

could be kind of cool if the poor side was reflected in one eye and the rich was reflected in the other at the same time so you could see the contrast

🎶"How can there be so much that you don't know?"🎶

Maybe it pans two other unfortunate scenes filtering in C's eyes that show the wide contrast between the rich and the poor

🎶"You don't know"🎶

...No longer a close-up of C...

🎶"You think you own whatever land you land on"🎶

C is singing at them and pokes G's chest and then gestures around them with their arms open

🎶"The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim"🎶

maybe pan to scenes that go on in the background like a one of those old photo tapes that are like long strips of different photos of places being conquered/ taken over/ claimed, or natural resources being picked dry like a scene of trees being cut down, or they're digging up dirt for oil or something

🎶"But I know every rock and tree and creature"🎶

I think would be cool if the scene blurs and it looks like it's spinning and then suddenly it looks like C and G a walking down a path and C is greeting people and saying hi or like giving brief hugs before they keep walking down the path

🎶"Has a life, has a spirit, has a name"🎶

C looks back at G and gestures one arm out then there's like scenes of the people he just greeted or said hi to just living life, interacting with other people, smiling, talking doing things maybe playing with kids or walking a dog or going in a coffee shop or something

🎶"You think the only people who are people"🎶

And then maybe it shows a whole bunch of different people from all over the world and different cultures with all different features and looks and languages from all kinds of different backgrounds just showing them having small interactions and day to day life (including different genders and sexualities)

🎶"Are the people who look and think like you"🎶

Maybe pan to rich people doing rich people things?

🎶"But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger"🎶

It continues to pan between the different scenes, maybe some showing different kinds of cultural celebrations

🎶"You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew"🎶

Meanwhile all these scenes are going by, maybe it looks like they're invisible but in the room where all these different people just watching it happen. But it also shows other scenes like the poor and the hungry and the homeless and all the others that society tends to forget about, that they are people too, and that they're hurting, maybe it shows scenes like a mother going hungry just so she can give her kids the meager scraps of food, for a father working himself to the bone to try to provide, or younger person having to put up with other people tormenting them at work because they need the job to be able to put food on the table and pay their rent

🎶"Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?"🎶

Maybe pan to a street artist playing guitar and singing something and has a hat out for cash, maybe pans too something to show money problems, maybe an eviction notice

🎶"Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?"🎶

Maybe a scene of a clearly overworked and exhausted father that puts a smile on for his kid but then turns around and looks at his empty wallet and loses his smile making sure his kids can't see

Then it pans to other similar scenes where people are struggling and hurting while C keeps singing

🎶"Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?"🎶

🎶"Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?"🎶

🎶"Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?"🎶

🎶"Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest"🎶

Maybe show something where the scene is weaving down streets and corners and it comes upon a a family who is struggling but is just happy to have each other

🎶"Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth"🎶

Maybe a scene of poor kids running through the forest barefoot or something and stumbling upon a berry bush and they just present great joy as they start stuffing handfuls in their folded shirts

🎶"Come roll in all the riches all around you"🎶

Maybe the camera starts pointing towards the sky from in the forest so you can see beautiful gigantic trees reaching towards the heavens and maybe birds play together as they fly by, and the camera is spinning in a circle? And/or C has their face towards the sky and their arms wide open as they spin in circles in a small clearing

🎶"And for once, never wonder what they're worth"🎶

Maybe one of the playful birds comes down and perches on C's arm/hand

.... Scene change, maybe in a city again

🎶"The rainstorm and the river are my brothers"🎶

Pan to different people, maybe people of different cultures and genders

🎶"The heron and the otter are my friends"🎶

🎶"And we are all connected to each other"🎶

Maybe a scene where it shows that things are all connected to each other like sunlight to plants and deer to wolves and bodies to mushrooms and stuff like that?

🎶"In a circle, in a hoop that never ends"🎶

🎶"How high does the sycamore grow?"🎶

Maybe show a massive gigantic tree that C stands at the base of and opens its arms wide upwards towards its leaves

🎶"If you cut it down, then you'll never know"🎶

🎶"And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon"🎶

Maybe show a street view of the place where the street performer used to sing/play and just show a dirty ruined trampled on hat that's just abandoned on the sidewalk

🎶"For whether we are white or copper skinned"🎶

C is facing towards the camera and has arms wide, on one side it shows the average in poor people in their plane worn clothes and the other it shows rich people with fancy suits or expensive stuff or whatever

🎶"We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain"🎶

Maybe show C with the mob behind them like the beginning but this time they're happy and holding hands and stuff

🎶"We need to paint with all the colors of the wind"🎶

🎶"You can own the Earth and still"🎶

Maybe show something where people are farming or gathering but still tending to the Earth

🎶"All you'll own is Earth until"🎶

Show people shopping down trees and digging for oil

🎶"You can paint with all the colors of the wind"🎶

Have C bring their arms in close to their chest and cover their heart

A spark ignites, a quiet flame,

It whispers first, then calls a name.

Through shadows deep, through silence thick,

It stirs the soul, it makes hearts quick.

The winds of change begin to blow,

A truth once buried starts to grow.

The old ways crack, the walls decay,

As voices rise and feet give way.

The roar of hope, the cry of pain,

A thunderclap, a driving rain.

Revolution calls with steady hand,

To tear apart, to take a stand.

The ground will tremble, hearts will race,

As power shifts, as hearts embrace.

The chains once held will break and fall,

And freedom’s light will pierce it all.

But revolution, fierce and wild,

Is never tame, nor always mild.

It burns the past, but leaves behind,

A future shaped by all mankind.

So when the drums of change are heard,

Let courage rise, let voices stir.

For revolution, bold and true,

Is born from hope and what we choose.

["Congratulations! Today is your day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away!"

"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own."

"And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go."

"You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care. About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there." With your head full of brains-"

"-and your shoes full of feet,"

"-you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street."

"And you may not find any you'll want to go down. In that case, of course, you'll head straight out of town. It's opener there in the wide open air. Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy-"

"-and footsy as you."

"And when things start to happen, don't worry. Don't stew. Just go right along. You'll start happening too. Oh! The Places You'll Go!"

"You'll be on your way up! You'll be seeing great sights! You'll join the high fliers who soar to high heights. You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed. You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you'll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest."

"Except when you don't. Because, sometimes, you won't. I'm sorry to say so but, sadly, it's true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you. You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You'll be left in a Lurch. You'll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you'll be left in a Slump.

"And when you're in a Slump, you're not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done. You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked. A place you could sprain both your and elbow and chin!"

"Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win? And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around and back and sneak in from behind? Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind."

"You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grin on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place..."

"...for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow, or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is waiting.

"Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake. Or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants, or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting."

"No! That's not for you!"

"Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying. You'll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you'll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you're that kind of guy!"

"Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be, with the whole world watching you win on TV."

"Except when they don't. Because, sometimes, they won't."

"I'm afraid that some times you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you. All Alone! Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you'll be quite a lot."

"And when you're alone, there's a very good chance you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won't want to go on."

"But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go through your enemies prowl. On you will go through the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek,"

"though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know you'll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are."

"You'll get mixed up, of course, as you already know."

"You'll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember Life's a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left."

"And will you succeed?"

"Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and 1/4 percent guaranteed.) Kid, You'll Move Mountains! So...be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea...or Danny."

"you're off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So...get on your way!"]

- from "Wayne's Haunted Mansion" by Tathartiel on AO3 ~132k words (29/?) chapters

•this is from a scene where red hood is reading a Dr Seuss book to Danny, I don't know if this is actually based on an actual Dr Seuss book but I absolutely loved it and I want to share it

Do y’all know where the phrase “eat the rich” comes from or do you just repeat it cause you heard it elsewhere?

It’s not a bad thing, I just saw someone say “we never said who would eat the rich” and realized a lot of y’all might not have heard the full quote

It’s from Rousseau and it’s “When the people shall have nothing more to eat, they will eat the rich"

And, well, there’s a lot of people with nothing to eat…

*Echoes of a Kingdom Lost*

He stood atop his gilded stage,

A kingdom built on fear and rage.

With words like fire, sharp and cold,

He took his power at a cost.

He promised glory, vowed to save,

Yet led the hopeful to a grave.

Beneath his smile, a shadow lay,

A price for dreams he threw away.

He silenced truth, distorted facts,

Bent the system till it cracked.

Cast out science, shunned the wise,

Blind to earth’s collapsing cries.

Where unity once tried to grow,

He sowed division, let it show.

Friends turned strangers, torn and crossed,

Trust among us slowly lost.

He placed a wedge, a sharpened thorn,

In places fragile, scarred, and worn,

And left us all to tend the tears

Of families broken, lost in fear.

Now echoes linger in his place,

A hollow throne, an empty space.

We stand and sift through what remains,

To heal, to grow beyond the chains.

With steady hearts, we face the cost—

To find the kingdom he has lost.

*The Wreckage He Left*

He came with swagger, full of might,

A showman draped in blinding light.

Promises spun like a carnival wheel,

But behind the glow was cold, hard steel.

He whispered rage to hollow souls,

Poured gasoline in hidden bowls,

Igniting fears, fanning hate—

Turning hearts to a darker state.

He crushed the weak with careless words,

Let greed take flight like hungry birds.

Ignored the pleas of those in pain,

Left them stranded in the rain.

Children torn from open arms,

Families shattered, dreams uncharmed,

He built his walls and watched them cry—

A border crossed by silent sighs.

He mocked the earth, dismissed its plea,

Laughed off its fires, its rising seas.

Turned away from our dying lands,

While forests burned beneath his hands.

And justice, too, he pulled apart,

Broke its spine, unbound its heart.

Bent laws to suit his shifting game,

And turned our values into shame.

Now left behind, a fractured place,

With wounds that time must now erase.

A nation scarred, but still we stand,

To rebuild, renew, with steadier hands.

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Things will get better, they have to. They can't stay bad forever, right?

*Echoes of the End*

The earth once sang in hues of green,

Now silenced by the scars unseen.

The forests fall, the deserts grow,

As endless winds of sorrow blow.

The air is thick with silent cries,

While fading suns paint fractured skies.

The oceans choke on plastic breath,

And creatures flee from certain death.

Mountains crumble, rivers dry,

As we stand still and wonder why.

A fleeting moment, lost in time,

The rhythm of the world’s last rhyme.

We’ve sown the seeds, now bear the cost,

As futures fade and dreams are lost.

A dying world, a dying call,

Can we still rise before we fall?

**Beneath the Flag**

O land of promise, bold and bright,

Your stars once blazed a hopeful light,

But shadows fall where dreams decay,

As gilded hopes drift far away.

Skies of blue and fields of green,

Hide truths beneath a painted scene,

Where wealth divides, and justice sways,

And voices fade in endless haze.

Cities hum and highways roar,

Yet many struggle, wanting more;

The streets are paved with stories lost,

And freedom bears a quiet cost.

A land of plenty, yet denied,

Where broken dreams and secrets hide.

...Where hope and hardship still collide.

......Where shadows linger, hope entwined.

Where hands reach out but come back bare,

And promises hang in the air,

A country torn, a dream betrayed,

As weary hearts still hope for aid.

*Unyielding*

They try to bind what can’t be bound,

To quiet voices, keep them down.

But freedom’s breath is fierce and strong,

A pulse that beats where we belong.

They take our choices piece by piece,

And call it order, call it peace.

But peace was never found in chains,

In dreams erased, in silent pain.

They close the doors that once were wide,

Yet still, we push back from inside.

For rights are more than laws they write—

They’re flames that burn through darkest night.

In every voice, a story lives,

Of strength, of struggle, hearts that give.

And though they try to still that song,

It rises, fierce—it won’t be gone.

For rights may bend, but they don’t break.

From every wound, a voice will wake.

And in the end, no hand can keep

What women fight for, fierce and deep.

We will not be silenced.

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They say it’s freedom, yet chains grow tight,

Taking back each hard-won right.

The voices strong, the voices clear,

Now met with walls and weighted fear.

What was once fought, now fades away,

A loss that deepens day by day.

Choice is shadowed, rights confined,

A quiet theft from heart and mind.

Hands that held the power near,

Now grasp at dreams once bright, once clear.

And laws slip through like poison threads,

Tearing lives where courage bled.

Women’s voices, fierce and bold,

Echo stories centuries old.

The battles waged, the wounds endured,

Are brushed aside, their truths obscured.

Yet still, they rise, they push, they fight,

In darkened halls, they burn for light.

For rights may bend, but roots run deep,

A fire that law cannot keep.

And though the world may silence now,

The spark remains—a solemn vow.

For every right that’s torn away,

Will find its strength in fierce array.

Please don't give up, things are dark and bleak right now but please don't give up. Everything me seem and feel impossible but there's so much left to fight for. So many to fight for.

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*America, Now*

America, land of fractured dreams,

Where hope is dimmer than it seems.

Once bright with promise, strong and sure,

Now shadows linger, hard to cure.

The streets are loud, with voices raw,

Divided hearts, divided law.

Truth is scattered, torn in two,

While justice falters, lost from view.

The cost of care is measured cold,

A weight too heavy to uphold.

And children, eyes too young for grief,

See futures robbed by silent thieves.

Guns in hands, fear in eyes,

Unseen wounds and whispered lies.

A country built on strength and pride,

Feels splintered now, cracked open wide.

Yet still beneath the hardened soil,

There’s grit, there’s fight, a pulsing coil.

A spark of what it once could be—

A dream that strains to be set free.

America, bruised but holding on,

In every heart, a quiet dawn.

For even through the darkest night,

There’s still a chance to heal, to fight.

I was talking to myself and came up with the line "instead they take the poisoned berries handed to them like they're a god-given cure" so here is poems based off of it

His words, a venom, sharp and sly,

Spilled from a mouth that never tries

To heal, to soothe, to lift the soul—

Only to poison, twist, and control.

Each sentence laced with bitter sting,

A heavy blow from a hollow king.

In every tweet, in every speech,

He reached to tear, to bruise, to breach.

Promises dripped in bitter hues,

A master of the darkest news.

He weaved his lies, with artful grace,

A smirk upon his troubled face.

The truth, a casualty in his fight,

As facts dissolved in the toxic light.

Yet those who hear his wicked call,

Fall deeper still beneath his thrall.

For words like these can tear apart,

They plant a seed, corrupt the heart.

But in the end, though loud they roar,

The poison fades—truth stands once more.

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Instead they take the poisoned berries handed to them like they’re a god-given cure—

Bitter fruit, with a lethal allure,

That promises healing, but leaves them to rot,

Feeding on lies that they’ve been taught.

His words are sweet, his smile a mask,

A gentle whisper, a dangerous task.

“Trust me,” he says, “I’ll make it right,”

But darkness blooms where there once was light.

Instead they take the poisoned berries,

Blind to the thorns that twist within,

They taste the venom, convinced it’s sweet,

And fall to the rhythm of their own defeat.

The cure they seek is a cruel disguise,

For in each berry, a sorrow lies.

They drink the poison, the whispers, the lies,

And wonder, too late, why the world still dies.

But when the dawn breaks, they will see—

The berries were never meant to set them free.

And in the ruin, the truth will stir:

No god gives poison—only a deceiver.

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**The Poisoned Gift**

Instead they take the poisoned berries,

Handed to them like a god-given cure—

A promise painted red and sweet,

A bitter gift, they eat and eat.

His words, like fruit with lethal glow,

Drip false hope where doubt should grow,

And in their hunger, they take the bite,

Believing venom tastes of light.

"Trust me," he murmurs, with hungry eyes,

While shadows stretch and truth lies tied.

They crave the healing, the promised ease,

Blind to the thorn that digs, that bleeds.

The berries cling, like secrets kept,

Wrapped in pride and swallowed deep.

And they, in thrall, in dreams secure,

Let poison pass as if it's pure.

But when dawn breaks, the fog will clear,

The truth lies sharp, like shattered mirrors—

No god gives poison as a cure,

Only deceivers, cruel and near.

I feel like crying so hard right now, I asked my dad to get carne asada because I've been craving it all day. And do you know what he did. He did in fact NOT get my craved carne asada! 😭 But he got carnitas and ground beef. Which is fine for tacos but all I wanted was carne asada. And I have not gotten my carne asada and I don't think I will be getting my carne asada because he came home in a bad mood and if I ask right now he's probably going to snap at me and then I'm probably going to cry for real this time. And if anyone is reading this you probably think I'm dramatic, and yes you would be correct, but that does not mean I cannot be upset about something I've been wanting all day only to be utterly disappointed. Some of you will probably think but carnitas and ground beef tacos are good too, but it's not the same!! It is not the same especially when I've been craving it all day. All I wanted was my thin long pieces of beef that I call carne asada but instead I got this block of shredded pork and a container of bland ground beef that says it's marinated but I tried it and that shit is bland and dry!

Update: apparently the ground beef was my "carne asada" but just cut up, and if that counts as carne asada that was the worst fucking carne asada I've ever had, my dad even tried it he's like "oh yeah that's gross, guess it's dog food now" and the worst part is that he paid 20 bucks for that thing and we have a whole container of it we don't know what to do with it cuz no one wants to eat it, and all I wanted was my precious carne asada 😭😭🕳️🤸☠️ all I wanted was this ⬇️🤤

But I got this😭

I know no one probably cares but they have changed the Berry Waffle Cone sent at Bath & Body Works!! That's my most favorite scent of all time and when I went there today because of all the deals they were having I was surprised to find a Berry Waffle Cone candle because they're usually very hard to find cuz it's a seasonal scent and I don't go to Bath & Body Works that often, but anyway when I go to smell the deliciousness of what this scent SHOULD be it is just somehow wrong!!

I would know because I have this sent as a candle, both types of lotions and the body spray which I hoard like it's nobody's business because it's my most favorite scent in the world and it's not guaranteed I'm going to get another one anytime soon

Don't get me wrong the candle I smelled today that claimed itself to be my beloved Berry Waffle Cone did indeed smell good BUT it just wasn't the same, I don't know why, my only guess is that they somehow tweaked the formula over the years but I want my OG sent back!

Bath & Body Works if you see this which you probably won't I beg you to tell me why it has changed, if it was simply because of a tweaked formula I asked you to somehow bring through the glory that is the OG Berry Waffle Cone or maybe I just happened to smell a bad candle or maybe my nose was wrong but when I got home and smelled my OG candle and it smelled how I expected it to smell, delicious, like a literal bakery, it's got kind of a warm bread smell but the sweetness to it as well is just so good and I love it but why has it't changed!? ┻⁠┻⁠︵⁠ヽ⁠(⁠`⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠︵⁠┻⁠┻༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

OMG this masterpiece! Chef's kiss ❤️‍🔥

Your Biggest Fan: Villian/Yandere Izuku

You Ruined His Plan.

No one was supposed to CARE. They NEVER care. NEVER ask questions. They look, at the red shoes, the note, then shrug it all off. Just another statistic. One more gone, of an already "dying breed".

The Quirkless had been a "dying breed" for a while now.

He bet they didn't even know where that phase came from. It was WAR propaganda. Quirkless population numbers were supposed to level out a decade ago, according to estimates. But noooo! They kept DROPPING!

Dropping, Dropping, DROPPING!

Like notebooks and little boys off roof tops.

No Heroes coming to save them. Smiles for everyone ELSE. Just burns and bad grades they didn't earn, ruined lunches and funeral flowers on desks. Kicking and kicking and PUNCHS until they break! Until they fight back. Until THEY are the problem. THEY are the monsters!

Dreams destroyed and online friends who go silent.

Funerals. Mothers who cry but don't protect you.

ANGER and where are the HEROES?

Here... apparently.

She is... she is standing HERE. Arms crossed. Mouth in a furious line as she listens to the principal spew his excuses. She does not look like she believes a single one. Does not look sympathetic or dismissive in the least.

The disgusting trash around her isn't used to it. Are slowly beginning to sweat. Panic. It is beginning to dawn on them... that there could be CONSEQUENCES for their actions. Their criminal neglect and cruel allowances.

She looks disgusted. Furious. And... when she glances at the supposed last words of Hanako-chan? Utterly heartbroken. She stands, feet planted, shoulders back, as she argues and pulls rank. Threatening to ARREST even the police officers THEMSELVES unless they DO THEIR JOBS.

As is her RIGHT. Because this is not JUSTICE. Nor Vengance. But can bring, at least, closure to the soul of a little girl wronged. Prevent others from harm. And she stands as a shield against that harm. It is her JOB, her DUTY, and so help her, if she must hunt each and every one of them down and HAND DELIVER them to a cell? She WILL.

She stands there, in the cold afternoon light, like...

Like A Hero!

He has to slap both his hands over his mouth. To stop his dreadful muttering habit from escaping again. He... he hasn't found anything INTERESTING enough to mutter about in so LONG. Gotten out of the habit of controlling it. His control is shot. And... and OH~!

Ever since Kacc-... Since All Mi... THEM. He hasn't... hasn't BELIEVED in Heros like he used too. He WANTED too! He did! But...? It was like it just... died inside him. Slowly. Painfully. Screaming.

It HURT.

It hurt so, so much. Everything was angry and grey and TERRIBLE. B...But? But! BUT NOW? It's like a giddy spark of light has struck a match inside the empty cavern inside him, lighting up the massive caves where his belief once lived. I..It's so small and fragile. So WARM.

He scrambles back. Hands pressed to his mouth, eyes shut tight, uncaring of the rough brick he's pressed too as he slides to the wet ground. It scrapes him up. But what's a few more scrapes amongst the rest? He's always hurt. It's his life. It's ALL their lives.

He breathes. Savors the fragile warmth in his chest.

"Hey, are you okay?" That voice. No, no it can't be... his eyes shoot open. Startled he looks up. Directly... into... a.. mask.. "You're looking pretty banged up. My Quirk doesn't have many medical uses, so unless you think you've cracked a bone or something, I hope you're good with band-aids. Fair warning though. All the Froppy one's are already gone. Kid's LOVE frogs."

It IS. His Hero. THE Hero. She must have finished up. Noticed him somehow. Sloppy...

Ah!

Already kneeling, she gently takes his hand. Is already pulling out a medical kit from her thigh pouch. He spots "good job!" Stickers and a few lollipops. He... he has QUESTIONS. For the first time in YEARS. Who is she? What school did she go too? What Quirk does she have? Where does she work out off?

Why did she CARE?

Is it a one off? Would she care AGAIN? Her hands are firm but gentle. She keeps him "distracted". Asking him inane questions to take his mind off his pain. Kind. So KIND~! He manages to get her Hero name before she goes. Sends her off with a smile that hurts his face. Reminds him how many years it's BEEN since he's truely grinned.

He races home. Fingers flying on his phone. His lieutenant can deal with Hanako. Get her settled with her new family. He... he NEEDS too... TOO-!

He SLAMS his shoebox of an apartment open, ignoring the bellowed demands and insults of the filth that live around him. It's only muscle memory that has him locking the dozen locks behind him, to keep out the scum that would attempt to prey upon him.

He... he NEEDS-!

Where?!

There!!!

His "work" laptop. So bleeding edge I-island will be cursing their own bigotry for centuries. If only out of GREED. They don't know what they've lost by turning down those engineers and applicants. But Izuku does. He collects them ALL.

And now it pays off once again.

It take less then a moment. Easier then breathing. And he has EVERYTHING.

Her arrests records. Her case load. Her school records and medical files. Social media. Current audio book. Hero ranking, media presence, the chatter about Her online. EVERYTHING.

It's... it's beautiful.

A "troublemaker" who wouldn't shut up about the injustice she saw around her. Wouldn't stand for it. Got into fights to protect the weak and defenseless. Helped where she could. It put her on the wrong side of the narrative. When she wouldn't shut up about how everything WASN'T fine and what those in power were doing was WRONG.

She was a child, they were not. She HAD the option to shut up and pick her own future over the well being of those around her.

She chose to be a HERO instead.

Like... Like HIM. She was robbed of her DREAM. Of going to UA. The future she wanted, she fought for, needed like AIR.

But... but Aaah~♡ she was so COOL! Didn't give up! She sued. Made a RACKET. And when it got her record wiped but not her chance to enter any Japanese Hero school reinstated? She took the winnings from her lawsuit, her parents reluctant consent, and WENT ABROAD.

Came BACK with a hero license that the Japanese government had to recognize as per international accords. Let her take the final test HERE.

They BURIED her in the rankings. Must HATE her. A real hero, come to SHAME THEM for all they've become~♡ Or, well, HE thinks she will. How can she NOT? When she is so much BETTER?

He needs everything. Bedspread, pillows, posters, sweaters, slippers, MERCH! There's not enough. He should commission some. Where are his notebooks? Ah, no. He needs a NEW one! A better notebook! Oh! Oh! He could COMMISSION a notebook! Oh that's PERFECT!

He may have just met her today?

But he can already TELL~ He's gonna be her NUMBER 1 fan!

Oh my God this is probably the best thing I've seen in a while! Thank you for sharing your amazing Creation with the world

oh man im so sleepy i cant see straight, but im done!! Shindeku animation set to the tune of Welcome to My Parents House by NSP (with some emic on the side) i started yesterday and finished right before midnight! go me <3

Disorganized (aka fearful-avoidant) attachment style is overanalyzing/overcorrecting when you think your partner might be pulling away from you, but then pulling away from them when they draw close to you.

It is both craving AND fearing intimacy so deeply that you grip people tight in your hands lest they leave you, but keep them at an arms length lest they love you.

@Bambi: decorum? in this economy? went bankrupt. it's all about debauchery now

OMG I love this so much!

“If I had a nickel for every time you asked me to take my clothes off I’d have two nickles which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened twice, especially coming from someone who thinks I’m a kid, seems a little suspect if you ask me.”

(Homeless vigilanteed Izuku, dadzawa wanting to check the healed stab wound on his leg, dadzawa does not know his identity and only assumes he's a kid because of his size which is true but dadzawa does not know that)

Conditions May Apply by CinnamonPinecones on ao3 ~348,276 words (so far 119 ch. Waiting on updates) really good read 100% recommend 💖

Kids. Little kids. They grow up believing that they can be a hero if they drive a sword into the heart of anything different. And I'm the monster? I don't know what's scarier. The fact that everyone in this Kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart... Or that sometimes, I just wanns let'em. -Nimona

This part made me cry so hard 😭🤸🕳️

I am deceased, six feet under, my ashes are

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