"let's not be ableist!", "every mental illness should be respected" and "using slurs, especially ones that based on illnesses is wrong!" people after they call every abusive and evil person they met "narcissist", "psychopath" and "sociopath":ππ
oh uh. scuse me. just a lil snail crossing your dash
the collection
What if the Truman show did a queerbait arc
My favorite headcanon about Hawks MHA is that he's like. Hypereducated in some topics and Knows Nothing about the other. Fella never went to actual school and the Commission only taught him stuff they thought was important, so now he can recite Japan's penal code act 45 of 1907 word for word but you ask him what the third planet from the sun is and he's gonna be like "do I look like wikipedia"
wilson seems like the type of guy who would wear a hand puppet that looks like house to try and cheer up the real house, who beats puppet house with his cane as wilson yelps in pain of having his hand hit
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