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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 am deceased, six feet under, my ashes are

s p r e a d

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”

**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.

My high school ceramics teacher when I asked a question he didn't know the answer to:

"I'm just a mushroom: Sitting in the dark eating bullshit"

The finest words of wisdom if I've ever heard em

@Eric Michael: You can’t logic someone out of a position they didn’t logic themselves into.

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.

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

OMG I love this so much!

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!

The American dream... is literally a dream, because you have to be asleep to believe it.