#flamenbionicnemo

Thanks, glad you’re loving Hey, Asshole! 

Honestly? This is just a load of bullshit. If you look at him and can’t acknowledge that he’s changed and grown up then you clearly aren’t watching/reading the same thing as the rest of the fandom. Y’all are literally only hating on him bc he’s one of the most popular characters. I will freely admit that he was in the wrong there but y’all bringing it up CONSTANTLY is so fucking annoying bc he’s grown and y’all act like he’s still the same asshat from MIDDLE SCHOOL who was a fucking CHILD

Yeah, no that’s not how anything works my guy.

Saying “Bakugo has changed and grown up” doesn’t mean jack shit when he hasn’t apologized to Midoriya for the YEARS of abuse he put the kid through. He hardly even acknowledges it even happened. You don’t get to just let time pass after you abuse someone and then claim you’ve changed and grown up so you shouldn’t be penalized for your previous actions. That’s stupid lmao

I literally don’t give a fuck that he’s a popular character. I don’t even like Midoriya that much as a character, you don’t see me pointing out why I don’t like him. Bakugo is an irredeemable asshole- his popularity is of absolutely no concern to me. Although I AM very confused as to how the “stop bullying” generation fell in love with such a flagrant bully themselves.

Bakugo still told Midoriya to kill himself. Middle school was less than two years ago for these characters, you can’t just say “he was a child” like it happened oh so long ago, this was very recent history.

You’re absolutely fine! No need to apologize. I’m actually in the middle to writing it right now. It’s quite the monster. 

But as a gift from me to you, here’s a little taste of what’s to come:

Every inch of his body was frozen. It was like the fear twisting his insides had somehow managed to take control of his very being. All he could do was listen to the thundering pounding of his heart and rapid breathing. His eyes were blown wide, but he wanted nothing more than to shut them. To look away. To pretend that if he just closed his eyes, every scary thing would just go away. But his gaze was glued to the screen, the terror not allowing him a moment’s reprieve. 

How had he managed to get roped into this? What had possessed him to agree to something this horrifying? He couldn’t remember. All rational thoughts had ceased, leaving him with nothing but the truth of how truly vulnerable he was. At any moment, something could-

“Ah!” Lance let out a yelp, feeling a hand clamp down on his shoulder. He instinctively jerked away, his fight or flight suddenly kicking into overdrive. 

“Dude, chill.” Pidge said, rolling their eyes as they leaned over the back of the couch. “It’s just me.” 

“Fucking hell…” Lance said as he let out a long breath, trying unsuccessfully to get his heart rate back to an acceptable speed. “Don’t do that to me!” 

“Do what? Ask if you want more popcorn?” Pidge replied sarcastically, but Lance could see the mischievous glint in their eyes. 

Lance only glared at them in return.

Pidge laughed and said, “Alright, then. More for me.” 

“Aw, c’mon Pidge.” Hunk said from his spot on the recliner next to the couch, gaze following their small friend as they made their way around the couch and sat on the floor in front of where Lance was seated. “He’s barely holding it together as is. Don’t make it worse.”

Lance let out a huff, saying, “I’ll have you know that I’m perfectly fine. This movie isn’t even that scary.” He gestured to the screen where the momentarily forgotten horror flick was still playing. 

A snort came from the opposite side of the couch followed by, “Then why are you about to tear the blanket in half?” 

Lance glanced down, noticing for the first time his death grip on the blanket that was spread out across his lap. He immediately released his hold, saying, “Shut up, Keith. No one asked you.”

Even in the dark of the room, Lance could see the dangerous look Keith shot at him. He did his best not to flinch and turned his eyes back to the screen. 

...That was a mistake. He found himself suddenly thrust back into the nightmare the protagonist had found themselves in. Friends dead. Boyfriend dead. Lost in some forest at night. Hunted by a vengeful ghosty-demony thing.  Just about the worst situation imaginable. 

There’s no harm in it, and they say he’s “the protector of lesbians” leave em be. Besides, you do know it’s the lesbians that are saying all that right?

Why not make Carol the protector of lesbians? There is a trend everywhere where there always has to be a space for men. It’s like the post floating around of the New York Times article: two men weighing on women having abortions. It’s like when someone makes a post about the epidemic of men assaulting women and someone chiming up that women assault men, too. There is this constant trend that men need to be included. Too often, not only included but elevated. In this case, Thor leading, Thor taking a dominant role, the lesbian topic somehow centering around Thor.