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TL;DR: naughty children who bully are swaddled in the ugly all might blanket of shame

My declaration of love to you

If that's what you wanna fucking call it.

I know I'm not the best at words and you probably don't think you deserve this.

And maybe you don't. In the scheme of things your imperfections seem to get in the way, at least that's how you see it.

What I see, what the world sees, is entirely different.

I see the way you look at things. How you speak.

How your eyes light up with sparkling wonder in when you talk about you interests or see something you like but more importantly when you're listening to people. Watching them. Cataloging every little thing about your friends or strangers as you daydream in deep sonder. Realizing what I never could or always choose to ignore, that all of these extras have a life of their own, they are their own heroes, their own villains.

It is a weight I'm not sure I'm strong enough to hold but there you are. Carrying it on your shoulders with ease delighting in the comfort of the crushing weight as you gaze into people's lives. Seeing them for a fraction of a second, reading an excerpt of their lives.

I see the way people look at you, how they respond to your touch. You comfort them in times that you need comfort yourself. Holding onto grace and dignity as best you can for them, allowing them a safe place to fall. To crumble into your arms as you collect their pieces, encouraging them that they are still whole, just a bit scattered.

Something you had done for me time and time again and yet you never breathed a word of it. Of frustration, anguish as I learned to navigate the world with a little less anger and a little more kindness.

I learned it from watching you. And in the time of watching you light up people's lives I can see just how one way the world is to you. Taking everything you have to give and you give it all.

How I can be to you, please know I am trying my best.

I'm trying to convey through touch how you make me feel when your fingers go through my ash blonde hair. Trying to show you through my more than rough kisses. Through the soft ones on the crown of your head hoping it will do the talking for me. And that it will tell you even just a fucking fraction of how you make me feel. How you being near makes me feel a warmth I struggle to explain, how it seeps from my chest and travels all the way to my fingers, my toes. How it can settle in my stomach in contradicting nervousness and comfort. An abundance of it so great I want to share the feeling with you, maybe spread it out into the world.

How those fingers lull me to sleep, how they bring me to life, pull me from my haunting past and into the present.

To what I'm doing now as I watch you try to hide away your tears as you push, push

PUSH

Maybe you are too stubborn, you'll break if you push to hard. You'll have to have someone hold all the pieces of you, while you fall and break apart. You'll have to have someone remind you, encourage you that you are still whole, just a bit scattered.

I just hope you let that person be me.

just a fair warning, there’s a hq smut writer blocklist being spread around by a minor (15), which is contradictory in itself. if you see them, please just block them and don’t engage with their brainrotting bullshit! their response will only induce headaches and frustration and that isn’t worth your energy.

Trigger warning: Asian Hate Crimes, Racism, Death. If you are uncomfortable, please scroll on.

so here's a few common mistakes i see people make in English

peak vs. peek vs. pique

peak is the tip or highest point of something

peek is to take a look at something

pique is to provoke something

so it'll be to pique one's interest, not peek/peak

choked vs chocked

chocks are these things

so the verb chock/chocked is often used to mean something wedged in between two things

choke is to obstruct something

eg: he choked on an apple

hair is collective noun

collective nouns in English are treated as a singular object

so you don't use the word "hairs"

so it will be the hair on his neck rose, instead of hairs on his neck

on the same line, you don't refer to hair as them, you refer to hair as it

so it will be, their hair was messy, and they ran their hand through it, not them

complement vs. compliment

to complement something, is to complete something, or go well with it

eg: the color of her top complemented her eyes

to compliment something/someone is to say something nice

eg: he blushed when she complimented his art

CHARACTERS: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

SUMMARY: in which bakugou ends up in a fight with a villain who’s quirk makes him forget the person he’s love most romantically. as you go to see him for the first time, you’re unsure what would hurt more: finding out the love of your life doesn’t remember you, or finding out that he does.

WARNINGS: angst, fluff

A/N: i also wanna do a todoroki version so if you guys want one, pleaseee send in an ask for it and i will write it!!!

IMAGINE REQUESTS IS OPEN—send all to my INBOX

also taking requests to be added to my imagines taglist. also send to my inbox 

MHA MASTERLIST

V/N=villain’s name

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Stand up for Asian people and amplify Asian voices. Also don’t compare them to literal deadly illnesses and mechanical objects.

When an English teacher, or reader, taught or picked up 1984, it wasn’t with the intention they were going to love the protagonist. They picked it up with the intention of reading a whole story and trying to grasp the theme or catharsis from the story. If the protagonist was a *shitty* person it played into the the themes or the story, because it wasn’t about morally judging the book or *liking* or feeling attachment to the protagonist. Sometimes and often times, books were just about gaining another perspective. 

No one read Lolita expecting to endear, or like, or be inspired by Humbert. You are supposed to be upset by his behavior, you don’t read Lolita with the intention of being inspired. You read it to learn more about what the fuck is going on inside someone’s head when they behave like that. How children get sucked into abusive situations. Or read “The Great Gatsby” not because they want to fall in love with Gatsby or Nick, but to better understand and analyze the experience of the 1920s or destitution of the American Dream. 

A lot of internet and fandom culture has changed that though. When we say something like “I love the Great Gatsby” it comes with the idea or association that means you must *love* or relate to one of the characters. And maybe you do, but the first assumption is not longer about the quality of the work or themes, or cathartic impact-it’s about character admiration. And with that character admiration, in tumblr stan culture, or kin culture, or exalting characters with fanart/romance/so on you don’t just ‘admire’ or find that character ‘compelling’ it now translates to ‘you LOVE that character’ or you ‘DIRECTLY relate to that character.’ 

You can’t say “I love how Humbert is written, it’s so fascinating and dark”, without it directly translating you somehow relate to a child abuser or condone his actions. Taking in media has become an act of worship and connection. We no longer watch meant to just see the story as a whole, we watch expecting to connect to a character and if we offer them our “worship” as it’s become, as opposed to just attention or interest study as it traditionally was, it means we are condoning the character or saying we directly empathize with all their actions. 

I think that’s why there is often now so much fuss over *toxic* characters or not. Or whether that classical novel is showing good or bad things anymore. We’re treating the characters as people we should love or want to draw or write about. Sometimes a story is just about getting the the theme or catharsis or learning another perspective. We don’t NEED to like the character. Or we don’t HAVE to like a character to be impressed by how they’re written or intrigued by their behavior. 

i just got home and saw a message from a mutual i’ve never talked to, about a birthday gift. DONT CLICK ON THE LINK. i haven’t so i don’t know what it does, but i’ve heard it logs you out and sends you to a fake tumblr to take your information. it’s a hack. and it fucks up your computer/laptop/phone/device.

this is what the message looks like, and if you click the link, it sends it to every single one of your mutuals (or possibly ALL THE PEOPLE THAT FOLLOW YOU)

WHOEVER IS MAKING THESE VIRUSES, ARE MAKING NEW ONES THAT SEEM MORE REALISTIC. THEY ARENT USING CAPITALIZATION ANYMORE SO IT LOOKS MORE “REAL” BUT I SWEAR TO YOU ITS FALSE

These spam bots are really trying hard to spread this virus around. Let people know you got this message so they can be safe and change their password and run an anti-virus. 

i am obsessed with super sailor chibi moon🥺