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why are writers afraid of making reader a mature adult?? no i do not wanna see aizawa or nanami with a girl fresh out of highschool age gap hater until i die i don't care
I want to make another appreciation post for Annie January, because I genuinely do not think we talk about her enough.
Her evolution as a character from season one—where she is this hopeful young girl who dreams of being part of The Seven—to who she is today, basically the leader of a revolution, is incredible. And what makes it even better is that they did not write her as some shallow “look how badass she is now” symbol. Yes, she is the face of the movement against Vought International, but on a personal level she suffers because of it. She understands what that revolution costs. She knows people are dying in that war. She knows people believe in her, and that some of the people who believe in her are dying. She feels guilty for those lives.
That guilt makes her human. Her doubts make her human. The moments where she feels like nothing means anything anymore make her human. And yet, by the end of the day, she keeps understanding that of course it matters, that she cannot give in to cynicism, cannot fall into that defeatist mindset of “we go until the end and if we die, we die.” She has to make incredibly hard choices, even choices that go against her own moral code, and she still understands they are necessary because of what is happening. She is such a complex and rich female character, and I honestly do not think she gets enough credit for that. Because in the end, Annie is everything Homelander is not. Homelander is a façade, a slogan, a brand. Everything he does comes from his position as a brand: media manipulation, power plays, all of it.
Annie does not act as a brand. She acts from political conviction, from consciousness, from empathy. She cares about what happens to people. Not only in the abstract sense of “saving the world,” but specifically the people helping her, the people in the trenches beside her. She cares about them. She is wonderful, and I love her dearly. I talk a lot about Ryan Butcher because he is just a poor kid, but I ride for Annie January always.
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For Dean, life has never been easy. A hunter's mindset is always stuck on fight or flight, never freeze as it would mean certain death (as if the other options assured the opposite). He was never sure of a tomorrow, only a today and a yesterday.
Now, as he looms over your sleeping form, only one thought has crossed his head: he wanted to be sure of tomorrow, one where you were in.
He was never the marrying type. He would do anyone with a pulse. But, thinking of the past months with you, he was starting to think differently.
How both of you could have that nice house with a picket wood fence and children with his dashing looks but with your eyes.
He is still not sure about tomorrow, but he is sure he wants it to be with you.
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HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS - PIN IT 𑣲 gojo x reader
synopsis ⟢ you've ran out of things to publish for the school's magazines, that is until your friend brought up an amazing suggestion after seeing another friend get absolutely heartbroken, you all figured it would only be appropriate to have an article for what not to do for dating. so you take up the role of the annoying clingy girlfriend with none other than Satoru Gojo. but things go south when he's not taking the bait and actually falls for you instead.
pairing ⊹ ࣪ ˖ uni au soccer player! gojo x journalist! reader
warning / tags : 18+, fem reader, angst, fluff, second hand embarrassment, jealousy, he falls first she fell harder, cursing, gojo is a total sweetheart, eventual smut, tba ... art @/naomiiocha series masterlist here
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Chic of the week.
It’s everything put onto a magazine. Fashion, culture, love, diets, anything you can think of that will help out the girls of New York University. You blink repeatedly at your dry eyes that have been staring at your computer screen.
“I’ve got nothing.” You placed your hands to the back of your head, slugging back at your desk chair with a groan. Even after hours of thinking about your next issue, nothing came to mind. Utahime leaned over, peeking at the blank screen, watching as the cursor blinked. “Oh sweetheart, you’ve got writer's block?” You nodded, poking your tongue against your cheek.
“I just wish I could write about something other than how to properly wax your armpits, or how to lose weight in 5 days. There’s real world problems out there that I would love to bring awareness to.”
“Yeah well, this is a chic magazine, not a political magazine. Once you have your career and you’re out of this hell hole, write all about what you want.” Utahime reasoned. She was right, this wasn’t a job, it’s just a club that writes for the school.
“Where’s Miwa when you need her?” Your voice came out in a whine, slamming your fingers at your keyboard. Utahime glanced around the room, looking for the familiar blue hair. “She’s late. The meeting began over half an hour ago.”
She sighed, stepping back when you pushed off your desk. “Look what came into my mail this morning.” You grumbled. Utahume’s ears perked up, reaching for the envelope. Inside were two tickets to the world cup. USA versus Paraguay, middle seats, perfect view. “Woah ho-ho, what are these?”
“Remember that editor from the sports magazine I had a drink or two with last week? Guess he mistook my kindness for flirting or maybe he really appreciated me being the sweet girl I am.”
“Must be nice.”
You both turned to the voice behind you, making you and Utahime jump in fear.
“Miwa! Jesus.” Your hand grabbed onto your chest, feeling your heartbeat accelerate. There were dark circles underneath her eyes and the ruined mascara evidence of tears. “What happened to you?”
“What didn’t happen?” She sniffled, dragging his hand over her stuffy nose. “He dumped me. Oh my god, he dumped me.”
“Get her a cigarette.” Utahime whispered. You hurriedly digged into your purse, taking out the box of cigs, handing them over to Miwa. “You guys didn’t make it past two weeks.” You hit Utahime’s stomach with your elbow, making her wince.
“I know. And it was the best goddamn week and a half of my life.”
“What even happened girl?” You opened up your arms to comfort her in a hug that she happily accepted. “I don’t really wanna talk about it.”
You nodded, rubbing her back.
Then, she broke down again. “He said I was ‘too much’ and I didn’t understand because I thought everything was going great! It was great and I blew it all up because I moved too quickly.”
“What do you mean?” Utahime rested against the desk after trying her long hair into a ponytail in hopes of escaping the hot weather. “Don’t tell me you said ‘I love you’, that’s common sense.” She snickered.
“Well..”
“Miwa.” You and Utahime scolded.
“The sex was really beautiful!” Miwa added, as if that made matters better. “And I cried and I said it, it just slipped out!”
“That’s why he ended it?”
“I think. Or maybe it was because of the amount of times I called him while he was “busy” or y’know, it’s probably because I’m fat.”
“You’re not fat.” Your voices came out in unison once again. As you continued scolding Miwa for her poor choices in the ephemeral relationship, a lightbulb turned on inside Utahime's head. She clapped her hands in order to get your attention. “There it is. There’s your page.”
“My page?”
“Uh huh. Think about all those girls on this campus who are struggling just like Miwa. Ones that have problems hanging on to relationships. You can write about these classic mistakes most women do that drive men away.”
You stood up straighter, all kinds of ideas popping into your head. “That’s not bad at all. I can ‘date’ a guy and see how long it takes until he snaps.”
Your friend nodded, squealing. “Yes!” She clasped her hands with yours, jumping up and down. “It’ll be titled ‘How to lose a guy in 10 ways..” Utahime looked over to her fourth wall, moving her hand to the side to picture the title.
Miwa blew her nose loudly, reminding you that she was still here.
“How about ‘How to lose a guy in 10 days?’ That’s the total you guys were together right?” You cringed when Miwa threw her used tissue on your desk. “Yes, that’s right.”
“Perfect. Now all that’s left is to find the guy.”
The windows in the classroom were open, letting the slight breeze pass in. Outside, a whistle blew along with some yelling. “I can’t focus with all the chatter, what’s even going on?” You all made your way towards the window, peeking out. The soccer team was lined up, some doing reps while others stood by, discussing some very serious matter.
“They’re getting ready for an upcoming game.” You leaned forward, hair blowing all over the place. The field was buzzing with energy, cleats full of the freshly cut grass. Miwa walked away, crying once again. “I saw him just now.”
“Oh my god Miwa.” Utahime followed after her.
You stayed put, skimming through the small crowd until someone stood out. His white hair almost blinded you from the sun’s reflection. The guy was tall and well built, you could tell even from a distance. “What about him?”
“Who?”
“Number 10.”
Utahime immediately groaned. “Oh absolutely not. He’d drive you insane before you even got to try your little experiment first.”
“Do you know him personally?” Your eyes never left him.
“Satoru Gojo. Went to high school with him, worst guy ever. He never knows when to shut up.” You finally left the window, deep in thought. “Then I guess I’ll be the one to change him up.”
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The team was still outside having practice games, taking turns shooting at the net. A boy with hair thrown up into a bun kicked harshly only to miss, earning a groan from others. “Yo man, it’s like you've got two left legs!”
“I’ll shove them both up your ass if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
Yikes. You lingered a moment before going over to the bleachers. There he was, standing with both hands on his hips, getting ready to catch the ball.
“How do you plan on talking to him?” Miwa leaned over to whisper into your ear. You hushed her, about to scold her for her attempt at whispering when suddenly, the ball came flying directly at you, hitting you straight in the face.
A sharp pain struck across your nose, making you bring your hands up to cover it.
“Oh my god!” Miwa’s voice jumped an octave, grabbing your arm to gently tug it off your face. “Hold on, let me see!”
Another voice appeared, one that was breathless and panicked. “Shit, I’m so so sorry! Are you okay? I have a super bad aim today for some reason.” Your eyes widened when they met him, it was Satoru, looking down at you with a worried look on his face.
He was even more oddly beautiful up close.
“Uh.. it’s fine.” You managed out.
“Are you sure? You don’t look fine.” He chuckled, wiping the small drop of blood that dripped out your nostril. “That’s gonna leave a bruise.” If it wasn’t for your article, you would've punched him repeatedly to break his nose. “I’m sorry again.. Uh I can go get you ice-”
“No, no it's fine, seriously.”
Miwa gave you a look, one that was urging you to ask him for his number or anything. “You can make it up to me some other way..” Your words slipped out suddenly. Satoru’s brows lifted. “Yeah? What way are we talking here?”
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…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
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