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winterchildd · 2 years ago

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"I care about you...!"

Title: "I care about you...!"

Word Count: 1456

Pairing: Sirius x Remus

Warnings: Noo one just too much sugar and a little bit of angst

Request: Nop

Author's note: Don't have much to say, just that I really really enjoied myself writing this little fic. Remus and Sirius were literally my best friends during this year, they helped me so much more than actually real people, so, in order to thank them for their precius support I decided to write a little wolfstar for the last day of this 2022... well it was meant to be for 2022's last day, I even posted it yesterday at 11:52 pm, but something went wrong with the hastags and now i have to repost it, let's pretend this is both the last post of 2022 and the first of 2023 ehehe

Well like always I hope this little fic will be able to make someone smile, and please during this year remember to take care not only about your physical health but even about your menthal health

Happy new year guys!🌟

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"So" Remus began joining his hands in front of his face in exasperation, closing his eyes for a few moments, while inhaling and exhaling deeply, he was forcing himself to remain calm and not explode in front of what, in all honesty, was the most ridiculous and stupid story he had ever heard in his entire life "You're telling me that last night, while everyone was asleep, you and James went out into the courtyard, where even making a simple snowman is forbidden, and you started a snowballs fight like this, shirtless, with only your pants and a pair of socks on?" he asked then, slowly opening his eyes, pointing his annoyed gaze in that slightly bewildered and feverish of Sirius, who, lying in bed, under an infinite pile of blankets, was dealing with the worst flu that was ever seen at Hogwarts "Is that what you two did?" he asked again while crossing his arms over his chest, tapping his index finger against his arm, was desperately trying to resist and not give in to the impulse he felt to put his hands on him and punch away the sly and teasing smile that was curling his lips, as if all of that, his outburst, the anger and concern he had made him feel, amused him

"We tried to wake you up..." Sirius began, slowly shrugging in his shoulders, with his voice hoarse and all thick because of the cold "But as usual you're a heavy sleeper" he resumed immediately interrupting himself to forcefully blow his nose, laboriously dragging the words behind himself because of the fever that was clouding his mind a bit "It was getting late so..."

"Idiots!" Remus stopped him at the limit of his patience, literally making the words choke in the back of his throat for the surprise and fright of having been yelled at so suddenly and by him, who was normally always so quiet "What the heck do you have instead of brains, sawdust?" he yelled again "What the hell popped into your mind, huh? What were you thinking about?" he asked him with the rhetorical attitude of someone who obviously didn't expect, nor wanted, an answer "At nothing, I'm telling you" he answered himself moving a couple of nervous steps around the room "Going out naked in this cold... I mean, were you two looking for a way to die?"

"A way to die..." breathed Sirius, unable to hold back a hoarse laugh "You don't die from a little bit of cold..." he pointed out at him with his usual teasing and uncaring attitude.

"Say another word, Sirius" Remus gravely warned him "And I swear I'll make you regret being born with these hands, and when I'm done you'll regret you didn't freeze to death while you were playing outside like an idiot with James!" and at those words, in front of the anger, the seriousness with which he was looking at him, Sirius suddenly felt small, tiny and insignificant as a bowtruckle in front of a dragon, and the desire to joke and laugh about what he had done vanished as if it hadn't ever existed. Maybe, he thought to himself lowering his gaze on the blankets for a few moments, unable to bear Remus's one any longer, he had exaggerated, maybe there was really nothing funny about what he and James did

"Do you have the slightest idea of how worried I was when Peter came to tell me, out of breath, that you had passed out in the corridor? Do you have any idea of the fear I felt when after half an hour had passed, you still didn't seemed to recover?" he asked him "Damn it Sirius, you were pale as a ghost!" he yelled bringing his hand to massage his forehead in exasperation "You were cold, stiff as a statue, sweaty and you could hardly breathing..." he resumed after a few seconds of silence, with his voice suddenly trembling, thin as if he was about to cry but was too angry to do it "Do you have any idea... - a heavy sigh left his lips as he finally stopped his wandering through the room - I thought you had a fight with someone, that the Slytherins had set a trap on you or something, but instead... but instead you were just being stupid, as usual"

"I'm sorry..." Sirius mumbled weakly, raising mortified, sincerely sorry, his gaze on him "I didn't meant to worry you... I didn't thought..."

"I know" Remus interrupted him "You never do" he said looking at him with disappointment "You let yourself be carried away by James without asking yourself if he's being wrong or not... you just follow him" he finished in a whisper. And at those words, before the veil of sadness that darkened his gaze for a brief moment, at the few silent tears that streamed down his scratched cheeks, Sirius felt like the worst monster of all.

How could he had had made him suffer so much?

"You never stop yourself to think that I am here, that I worry about you"

These, these were the desperate words that could be read into Remus' eyes as he rubbed his temples with his hands, breathing slowly in a desperate attempt to regain his composure: words he hadn't had the heart to say out loud because he knew, as well as Sirius did, that they were true, terribly true. He just couldn't think about it, and not because he didn't care, but because there had never been anyone to worry about him, about his health. That was why he didn't ever stop to think, why he always did whatever came to his mind, because anyways, even if he was scolded, it was never out of concern. What really shoked his parents was never anger born from the affection they felt for him, from the fear that something serious might happen to him, the only thing that mattered was their reputation, the good name of the family, what others might have said and thought about them. If he was hurt, if he was putting his own safety at risk didn't mean anything for them, the thought of losing him didn't move them even a millimeter. For Remus, though, it was completely different, and if he got so angry at him and scolded him, was only because he cared, because he really loved him.

"Listen..." Remus began as soon as he had calmed down a bit, slowly waking Sirius from the trance his thoughts had plunged him into "I'm not saying you can't have fun together..." he said finally returning to look at him with his usual softness and a little bit of guilt, just as if he had suddenly regretted having yelled at him like that and being so hard on him "You have every right to do so, I don't want to be a killjoy, but you could at least stop and think sometimes... I mean, you could have had fun even with some cloths on" he finished with a thin laugh, letting himself sit down slowly on the bed, as if he had suddenly lost strength in his legs.

"You're right..." sighed Sirius, grabbing his hand guiltily, squeezing it weakly "I'm just not used to it..." he continued letting out the hint of a chuckle from his lips "I'm not trying to justify myself" he wanted to specify "But... it's simply the truth: there aren't really a lot of people who worries about me" he finished shrugging again in his shoulders, slowly raising, with a sort of embarrassment, his gaze on that of Remus'

"I know," Remus sighed in response, leaning forward to gently press their foreheads together, kindly returning Sirius' grip, slowly intertwining their fingers in an awkward attempt to let him know that he wasn't angry anymore, that what really mattered to him was that he was fine.

"You'll get used to it" he then smiled at him with a slightly mischievous look before leaving a soft kiss on his lips.

At that touch, in front of Remus' purity and sincerity, Sirius felt his heart melt like snow in the sun, and for an instant he wished that moment would never end. Remus hadn't said it, not explicitly, but that "you'll get used to it" had the same flavor of a promise, as if, in a certain way, he had wanted him to understand that he would had always be by his side, that he had no intention of leaving him, that he wasn't alone anymore, that he had someone who loved him, who wanted to be next to him, and there was nothing more beautiful he could wish for: Remus was all he needed.

#wolfstar fic #wolfstar #marauders headcanon #marauders fic #marauders x reader #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius x reader #remus x reader #harry potter headcanon #harry potter fic #james x reader #jegulus

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sgtjamesrogers · 2 years ago

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I don’t even go here but I’m not gonna see this title and not ask?

3- Stripper Johnny i GUESS

THAAAANK you alyssa, i'm hoping to finish this one in the next month or so because it's really such a slam dunk- daniel's cousin thinks he's being an incredible hastag ally by hiring a male stripper for daniel's bachelor party night, but of course the stripper ends up being johnny lawrence.

This ‘exotic dancer’ gig is not a forever job, Johnny knows that much.

Not that Johnny was thinking about his potential life-long career path when he joylessly flipped through the classifieds after getting all but a boot in the ass out the door from his last place of employment. He still feels like he got the raw end of that deal; after all, he managed to haul the golf cart out of that water hazard, right?

At any rate, this dancing gig is a good way for Johnny to get from point A, to point B… whatever point B ends up being. He might not have even considered it, his thumb and index fingers already trapping the thin powdery corner of newspaper in preparation to flip through to the ads for junker cars and free kittens, but.

He could remember overhearing a conversation between a tableful of women while he pushed a wheelbarrow piled high with rolls of sod past the golf course’s outdoor patio. Johnny had slowed a little when he felt their attention alight on him over their martinis, and he’s only a man! So sue him if he wanted to enjoy the sensation of their eyes taking in the damp cut of his abs while he wiped the sweat out of his eyes.

While he’d lingered there, frowning vaguely at the dirt-sweat streaks on the hem of his shirt and trying not to look too intentionally clenched, he hears the middle of their conversation drift over to him. Their voices are low but in the conspiratorial way of ‘you won’t believe this–’ rather than an attempt at concealing information from Johnny.

It never stopped being numbly surprising, the sensation of being little more than wallpaper (albeit devilishly handsome wallpaper) among the sort of people who had previously counted him as ‘one of us’.

#anwers #literatigeek #jesse writes fic #i guess this... technically counts as #cobra kai #lawrusso #the 'these two morons should have fucked in 85 and saved themselves so much trouble' cinematic universe

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indexbacklink1 · 1 month ago

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neteyamyawne · 2 years ago

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ropemp3 · 3 years ago

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girl stop where is everyone

#like usually theres like 3 other students early asf in the clasroom chilling #like tgeyre always tyere nd tgen theres others and then im the one that comes in last min #wtf is goin onnn #3.txt #that came off like crytyping im not crytyping im just typing w my index like a boomer #cuz of the powerbank #hastag wireless charging hashtag girl

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awesomefringey · 2 years ago

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Sorry I dont understand about hastags-what does louis blocking HLD have anything to do with it?I am not on twitter

Hi nonnie, a hashtag is used to index keywords or topics on Twitter. It allows people to easily follow topics they are interested in. If often used in tweets, hashtags will end up trending which draws more attention to your topic. In this case Harry’s House.

HLD did huge promo events for Harry’s House. Including the official hashtags for it just like HSD did in the tweet Anne has retweeted. When HLD were still around, Larries had huge impact on creating buzz for Harry, which of course, is now gone completely.

Since HSD is not a safe space for Larries, they are now on their own promoting anything for Harry on Twitter, or to even get him trending. Anne pushing the tweet shows Harry’s social media team is in fact struggling to keep up the excitement.

#ask #hsd #hldaily

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comicgeekscomicgeek · 5 years ago

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Their Hero Academia -- Chapter 23: Takiyo Aoyama Tries to Shine

The raw, unedited next chapter of my on-going, next gen, My Hero Academia fan fic.

All prior chapters can be found here

Takiyo is four years old and supposedly will have a Quirk. His parents have had him tested and he lacks the extra two gene and otherwise tests positive for having one. But so far, they’ve been unable to find out what it is or make it manifest. His father can project a thin, harmless beam of light from his index fingers, like a laser pointer. And his mother glows, ever so slightly. But no one can yet figure out what it is his does.

And then, there’s a day when he’s playing with his father. Nothing fancy, just playing ball in the yard while his mother hangs laundry. He misses a catch and loses the ball in the grass, but his father sees it, lighting it up with the light beam from his fingers to show him where it is. Takiyo grabs for the ball, inadvertently putting his hand in the beam. And that is when his Quirk decides to come in. Like a man dying of thirst encountering water for the first time, his Quirk starts greedily sucking up his father’s light beam. Takiyo starts glowing, brighter and brighter, and he can’t break away; his father is unable to turn off his beam, both of them locked together as he absorbs the light.

Their worried cries attract his mother, who throws her arms around him and tries to pull him away. But his Quirk is a greedy one, and it starts sucking up her light too. Only now he’s beginning to hurt, feeling like he’s burning up inside. He desperately cries for help, for his parents to make it better, but they can’t. They can’t break contact, they’re just as scared, if not more so, than he is.

And even the sunshine is beginning to make him feel funny now, tingling on his exposed skin more than it ever has. He can feel his little body just drinking it up.

It’s too much for him. All of that light he’s absorbed has to go somewhere. And in his case, it goes everywhere. It erupts from his body like a beacon, blasting up high into the sky. He’d never know it, but official reports would say that the flare could be seen for miles.

***

Takiyo awoke to darkness, as he always did. The accommodations of his dorm rooms were built to a very exacting standard. The glass doors of the sliders could be turned completely opaque and heavy blackout curtains slid over them to keep even the smallest vestige of light from the cracks from slipping in. The door sealed similarly, blocking out everything from the hallway. His alarm clock displayed no illuminated numbers; those could only be turned on through a manual switch.

Everything that could be done to prevent him from absorbing any light had. It would prevent him from absorbing too much overnight and hurting himself… or others.

He groped for his bedside table as he slid out of bed, finding the small remote there and pressed the single button on it once, turning on the lights. His pajamas covered much, but still left his face, hands, and feet exposed. It was really just enough light to see by. Even then, he felt the tingle across his skin as soon as the light came on. Just from that little bit of light alone, he could see the blue-white glow starting to emerge from within him.

It had been this way since his Quirk had come in. The belt and bracelets he wore helped to control it somewhat, gave him better means of directing the light he absorbed, but the fact remained that his Quirk was, by and large, very much out of his control.

It took him the better part of an hour to get ready for the day. Even with no classes, it would not do to look anything less than perfect. There were standards to uphold, after all. And it would be a crime to deprive the world of his face. One of many reasons why he didn’t wear a mask to hide his features and block out the light.

As Papa said, “When you shine, mon fils, the world must always be allowed to see.”

Dark pants, a long-sleeved white shirt buttoned all the way up, matte-black boots (fashion nominally dictated they be polished and shine, but some sacrifices had to be made for his well-being) made up his outfit for the day, to which he added his bracelets and belt. As soon as he clipped them on, he could feel the intensity of the light within him subside slightly.

His room was tastefully decorated, the latest in interior decorating from France. Light colors, mirrors, the dark wood of his furniture looking quite sharp. He took a moment and drew in a breath, before pointing at the far wall. He let out a beam of light from his fingers, like a powerful halogen lamp. And he kept it up for several long seconds, feeling the light leaving his body.

It gave him an empty, hungry feeling. It always did when he was low on light. His body craved it as much as it craved food or water. The eight hours of beauty sleep he got a night were about just as long as he could safely do. But the empty feeling was immediately replaced by the feeling of sucking light in. What little illumination his ceiling light provided was better than nothing at all to his Quirk. It wasn’t picky.

Steeling himself for the world outside, he opened his door.

***

Takiyo wakes up in a hospital bed. Quirk Exhaustion, they’d later say. His first manifestation of his Quirk being too much for his small body to handle. It wouldn’t be the last time it would happen to him.

The lights around him are dimmed, leaving him mostly in darkness. But even then, he’s starting to glow. It doesn’t hurt this time. It feels good, it makes him feel… full.

Even at his young age, he knows something is very, very wrong. More so than just being in the hospital.

There’s a curtain drawn around the bed, but he can hear someone talking to his father just outside it.

“I know you’ve had a traumatic experience, Mister Akasuki,” a voice says, “but I don’t think you you’re thinking clearly. Your son is going to need you. His Quirk is potentially very dangerous…”

A voice, his father’s, cuts the other off. “Don’t you think I know that?” his father asks. “But I just… I can’t. I’m not strong enough. He’s my son, but all I can think about when I look at him is there’s the boy who took off my hand and killed my wife…”

There’s more arguing outside, but Takiyo can’t hear it. He’s crying. Is that right? Is his mom dead? Is it his fault? Did he make his dad leave him?

Long, terribly long, minutes pass. And then the curtain parts and a doctor enters. He has dark hair that’s long enough to make Takiyo think he’s skipped a haircut and eyes that are solid black. It’s a little creepy, but his smile is kindly, if sad.

“You’re awake,” he says. “How’re you feeling?”

“Who… who are you?” Takiyo asks. “Where’s my dad?”

“My name’s Haru Shima,” the doctor says. He doesn’t answer the question about his dad. “I’m your doctor.” He comes and sits in the chair near the bed, and Takiyo flinches.

Doctor Shima sees him flinch, but he doesn’t move. “It’s okay,” he said. “You can’t hurt me.” He takes a pen from the pocket of his white coat and hands it to Takiyo. “Here, throw this at me.”

Takiyo gives the pen a little toss. He doesn’t know why he does it, but it gives him something else to think about. The pen stops in mid-air before it hits the doctor and just falls as though it had hit a wall. The doctor catches it easily. “See?” he says. “Anything gets too close to me, it stops before it can hurt me. That’s my Quirk.”

That’s something, at least. But it just makes him think about his parents. “What about my dad? Where’s my mom?”

Doctor Shima frowns. “I’m sorry,” he says after a long moment. “We should probably have the social worker here for this, but…”

***

Takiyo entered the Common Room to find it in chaos. This wasn’t actually uncommon, but it was always a toss-up as to who would be responsible. Had Mika Mineta angered Katsumi Kirishima-Bakugo? Was Asuka Tokoyami’s Frog-Shadow acting up again? Was Shota Shinso going on about something he saw on the internet and had dragged Toshinori Midoriya and Isamu Haimawari into it?

No, today’s nonsense came in the form of the far more usual suspects: Kimiko Ojiro, Kenta Sato, and Takuma Sero. Ojiro was not quite as terrible as her partners in crime and he did find her an enjoyable source of gossip, but collectively, the three were nothing but trouble. He blamed the Sero boy for corrupting them both. Sero was sitting across from the other two, who were sitting at one of the dining tables.

“Okay,” Sero said, keeping his phone pointed at Sato and Ojiro, “tell me what about you’re doing?”

Sato gave the camera a grin. “So this is a very special addition of Will Sato Eat it? Kimiko here is going to give me something to eat, but she’s going to use her Quirk to make it invisible. Without being able to see it or touch it, I’m going to have to guess what it is.”

Ojiro elbowed him in the side. “Oh yeah,” Sato added hastily. “Hastag invisi-lunch!”

Idiots, all of them. He understood the desire for fame. His papa had taught about controlling your image and putting your best face forward from the moment he had decided he was going to be a Hero. Takiyo knew all about how to stand out and shine. But he also knew you didn’t do it through idiotic stunts and trying to go “viral.” To say nothing of the fact that neither Sero nor Sato had enough of a sense of style or stage presence to pull it off no matter what. Ojiro, at least, did have some of that.

He just wanted to make himself some breakfast and now he had to deal with this. Very pointedly ignoring them, he made his way to the kitchen to start preparing an omelet. They seemed to be ignoring his ignoring them (how very rude!) but he still took some satisfaction from not giving them the attention that they so obviously craved.

Unfortunately, even as he worked on his food, the noise from the others was distracting. Every so often something would crunch or snap or make some other unnatural noise as Sato bit through whatever it was. Already, Takiyo could see he had bitten the head off a garden gnome, taken a bite out of a Frisbee, eaten all he glass from a light bulb, and was about to take a bite out of a traffic cone. It also looked like Ojiro had several more items on the table for Sato to taste, only some of which he could readily identify. He let out a weary sigh.

“Is this going to be going on all morning?”

Sero stopped filming for a moment, putting his phone down and shooting him an angry look. “Dude,” he said. “You ruined my shot! Don’t you know we’re supposed to have quiet on the set?”

Sato gave him an incredulous look. “Dude. It’s not a set. It’s the Common Room.” Perhaps he had an ounce of sense after all.

“Aoyammmmma,” Ojiro whined, crossing her arms. “Whyyyyy?”

“Because I’m tired of having to put up with the three of you acting like you’re going to be the next big thing.”

Sero frowned. “Dude. That’s harsh.”

“Sometimes,” Takiyo shot back. “Harsh reality is needed.”

***

It’s days later and his father still hasn’t come back for him. The nice lady from social services had said something about “giving up parental rights” and that they were “trying to find a nice home for him.”

They did lots of tests and they kept his room really dark. Every time there’s even the least little bit of light, he can feel his body and Quirk sucking greedily at it, wanting every bit of it. It doesn’t look like he can turn that off, they say. The hospital’s Quirk specialist says they’re trying to see if they can have any support gear made that will help him,

He spends most of his days crying. He hurt his dad and…

There’s no words around it. He killed his mom. He’s only four and he understands that much. The nice Doctor Shima and everyone has tried to make him understand it wasn’t his fault, but he can’t stop thinking about it.

But Doctor Shima visits him every day, talks to him, makes him feel just a little less like a monster. It doesn’t last, but it lasts for a moment. It’s nice to have someone, at least, who isn’t afraid he might hurt them.

One time, Doctor Shima visits him with another man. And he is the prettiest man Takiyo has ever seen. Skinny, with blonde hair. He wears a thick belt that wraps around his middle and has a sparkle of his own. Takiyo instantly tries to scoot farther back on the bed, away from the man’s light.

“It’s okay, Takiyo,” Doctor Shima says. “Anything happens, I’m right here. Nobody’s going to get hurt.” He gestures to the other man. “This is my husband, Yuga Aoyama.”

“Don’t… don’t get close,” Takiyo cries, desperately. “I don’t want to hurt you!”

In spite of his warnings, Doctor Shima’s husband sits next to him. He sees the slight glow coming from him, the little bit of light he’s absorbed from the machines in the room and the light from the hallway. He looks over to Doctor Shima for a minute, who merely nods. His gaze quickly returns to Takiyo and Takiyo realizes he has some of the kindest eyes he’s ever seen.

“I too, know what it is like to have a Quirk that scares you, mon petit ami. Mine has, most of my life. But my husband tells me you have been very brave. You must be very strong.”

“I don’t feel strong,” Takiyo says. “I hurt my dad. I hurt… I… my mom…”

Doctor Shima’s husband does something unexpected then, and he wraps his arms around Takiyo, completely unafraid. “It was an accident,” Aoyama says. “It was not your fault. It was not your fault.”

Doctor Shima clears his throat. “Takiyo… my husband and I have been talking it over… and how would you like to come live with us?”

***

“Really?” Sero asked. “Now you’re just getting pissy. Do you have over a thousand followers on HeroTube?”

Takiyo put a hand to his chest. “Over two thousand on InstaGlam. Some of us are meant to shine. Some of us are not.”

“So what you’re really saying is you’re not any different than us,” Sero said, pointing an accusing finger. He moved from the table toward the kitchen.

“Guys…” Ojiro said, trying to come between them.

“This… is gonna be ugly,” Sato said, looking like he was trying to find an escape.

“Non,” Takiyo said. “I, at least, am trading upon my natural grace and beauty. You three are a sideshow attraction, trying to appeal to the lowest common denominator. Which is fine for you. But do not subject the rest of us to it.”

“You think you’re so much better than us,” Sero said. “You try to hog the glory, you talk down to Mineta, you think you’re such hot stuff, always trying to show off. Well, you’re not any different than any of us. You… you’re…”

“You’re on fire,” Sato said.

“Of course I am,” Takiyo said. “When you’re this good, you’re…”

“No!” Ojiro cried out. “You’re on fire! Your arm!”

Takiyo looked down to see his sleeve had slipped near the burner of the stove. He’d moved his omelet when he’d started ranting at the three idiots, but had neglected to turn the burner off. And now his sleeve was very much on fire.

“Aaah!” he let out a cry of alarm.

“Aaah!” Sero cried.

“Aaah!” screamed Ojiro and Sato.

Takiyo hastily turned to the sink, turning on the cold water and sticking his arm under it. It extinguished the blaze and he did not seem to have any burns, but his shirt was ruined. “This. Was. Silk!”

“Whoa, dude,” Sero said, holding up both hands. Ojiro and Sato had moved to stand beside him. “You okay?”

“This is all your fault,” Takiyo snapped. Before he even knew what he was doing, he threw up a hand and a beam of light lanced out towards the three of them.

The three acted surprisingly quickly. Ojiro and Sato both wrapped their arms around Sero, who shot a stream of his tape up towards the ceiling and yanked, pulling all three of them out of the path of his light beam. It struck the couch on the other end of the Common Room, but did no damage. He didn’t have enough light stored up for that. Not yet anyway.

***

Takiyo is five and a half years old and he has been living with Doctor Shima and Yuga Aoyama for more than a year. Six months ago, they adopted him. They didn’t ask him to forget his mom or dad, but they wanted him as a part of their family now and forever. And they are good, kind people who love him and who aren’t afraid of his Quirk. He wants to be a part of their family. They spent part of their time in Japan and part of their time in France, where some of his papa’s family is from. His papa is a famous hero and his dad is a doctor.

He doesn’t see his old friends anymore. Their parents are afraid of him, won’t let them play with him. But he’s made new friends, the kids of his papa’s friends. They aren’t afraid of him. Maybe he doesn’t get as close to them as he’d like, but they are good people too.

He is six when he decides he wants to be a Hero like Papa. Papa’s friends, Mrs. Yaoyorozu and Mrs. Iida do some tests on him and design him a belt and bracelets to wear, like the belt Papa wears. He works with Papa to learn how to use his Quirk. He will be a Hero.

“In this world,” Papa tells him once, “there will be many people who say you cannot do it. Because you need support. Because your Quirk is not quite right for who you are. You must ignore it. You shine and show the world your sparkle. You will take them all by storm and prove the wrong.”

So he tries to always shine, to always sparkle. He has to prove everyone wrong. He has to be the best, so that no one can ever say there is anything wrong with him again.

***

Sero had somehow managed to swing his trio from one spot to another across the Common Room ceiling. Takiyo had continued trying to tag them with light blasts—one good one would probably make him lose his grip and then he could get his hands on them—but to no avail.

Unfortunately, their fighting had attracted attention of others in the dorm and they now all found themselves under the disapproving glares of Asuka Tokoyami and Akaya Koda.

“Someone please explain to me why you’re turned the Common Room into a shooting gallery?” Tokoyami asked, one finger aside her beak.

Sero and Takiyo both pointed at the other. “He started it!” they said as one.

Tokoyami let out a groan. “I don’t know why I expected anything else,” she said.

“Kenta,” Koda said, looking to her friend. “Could you tell us what happened?”

The thick-lipped young man looked guiltily at Sero. “We were filming and Aoyama started yelling at us… But Takuma started yelling back and then Aoyama got distracted and set himself on fire and it kind of spiraled from there.”

Under the dual gaze of the most responsible and level-headed members of the class, Takiyo did not especially feel like putting up an argument. Koda was of one of the few members of the class who did not seek to make him less than he was. And Tokoyami had mastered the art of “disappointed in you” to a level he was not fully certain he understood.

“Clean up the mess, please,” Tokoyami said. “I don’t want any of you getting in trouble with Aizawa for destroying the dorm.”

“Aw, but we were going to…” Ojiro began. Sato gave her a nudge in the ribs. “Oh, okay.”

Takiyo grumbled, but reluctantly nodded.

He couldn’t afford to let anything jeopardize his future as a Hero.

Because he had to be a Hero. And a famous, important one at that. Because if he saved people, if he saved everyone, if everyone loved him…

Then maybe he could save enough people to make up for what he’d done. Maybe one day he could look in the mirror and see a Hero, instead of someone who’d killed his own mom.

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Azért szúrtam oda a parókásnéninek, mert még mindig rajtunk pörögnek. - Szánalmas- Azért mert pontosan tudják hogy a karrierje erősen tönkrement, és egyszerűen nem bírnak mentálisan odafigyelni rá. Idióták.

Az elmúlt 1 hónapban a YouTube-t ellepték a kritikai vloggerek. Óriási nézettséggeket értek el. A Milleniumi generáció szenzációs. Okosan, nagyon okosan megtépték azt a nőt és a filmjét is. És a twitteren is kapott hideget és meleget is egyaránt. Szerintem minden hitelességét elveszítette. Az egész film ezer sebből vérzik, és mások kihasználásáról is szól.

Láttam vitákat arról hogy az "a táncos lány nem érdemli meg ezt a szégyent, és hogy a szerencsétlen mennyire nem veszi észre az anyjával együtt azt, hogy őket is milyen régóta használja az a nő, stb"... ecetera ecetera...

Erre elindult egy érdekes hastag, és egy kifejezés arra az énekesnőre.

A túlsparton létezik egy mostanság felkapott szleng amit szintén a pedok-ra szoktak használni, de az olyanokra akik fizikálisan nem molesztálnak gyerekeket. Nem vonzódnak szexuálisan hozzájuk, de minden más értelemben kizsákmányolják a fiatalokat, ezt élvezik, és ők szintén a veszélyes kategóriába tartoznak. A gazdagok között sajnos az elmúlt évtizedben elterjedt ez az elmebeteg agybaj, és gyakran rájuk illik, rájuk szoktak célozni ezzel a szlenggel. (Üzletemberek, vagy nekik az unatkozó feleségeik művelik. Régen az Index is írt cikket róluk).

A szót nem jegyeztem meg, mert nem érdekel. De a lényeg az, hogy képtelenek az idősödő gazdag nők és a férfiak azt felfogni, hogy elmúltak már 6 évesek, unatkoznak, és a problémás gyermekkorukat próbálják gyerekek által kijavítani, újra élni.

Számukra idegen, szegénységben élő kiskorúakkal veszik körbe magukat. Manipulálják, irányítják, befolyásolják őket, és függővé teszik a gyerekeket. 🎁 Ajándékokkal halmozzák el a családot, azt akarják hogy egyre többet legyen velük a gyerek, a szavuk erősebb mint a szülőé, és idővel a fiatal feltünően el kezd hozzájuk, vagy az ideális gyermekkori világukhoz hasonlítani. Például a 80-as évek öltözködési stílusát hordják, vagy az akkori slágereket hallgatják, és az akkori filmeket nézik. Elkezdenek megfelelni a kőgazdag néninek, vagy a bácsinak.

Ezek a gazdagok nagyon zárt életben élnek, és kerülik a bulvárt. Nehéz őket megtalálni, de nyílt titok hogy léteznek. Olyanok mint M.J. És ők nem fogják fel mit is művelnek. Az egész csak önszórakoztatás a számukra.

Ma is vannak L.A.-ban olyan 18 évesek, akik szó szerint "játéknak" hirdetik magukat a társkeresökön. Nem feküdnek le senkivel, még csak nem is csókolóznak, és csak hagyják hogy az idősebbek játszanak, kényeztessék őket, és szerepjátékozzanak.

Tudjátok olyanok mint a chivava, vagy a pudli őrültek akik átesnek a ló másik oldalára, csak ezek a személyek már gyerekeket használnak, vagy nagyon fiatalokat, és a saját boldogságuk kielégítésére.

A parókásnéni többször azzal fényezte önmagát, hogy a táncos lánynak mekkorát segített azzal hogy kiragadta egy trash valóságshow-ból. A hires Bloomberg magazin erre egy pszichológus segítsegével apróra elmagyarázta, hogy az a nő sajnos tovább használja azt lányt, és általa nyerészkedik.

Nem egy (volt) rajongói véleményt láttam mostanában, akik azt magyarázták hogy fiatalként a teljes homályban éltek, és elhitték hogy az amit az a nő csinál igazi művészet, most pedig egy pénzéhes, hazug, manipulatív cukrosnéninek látják, és rosszul vannak tőle.

A filmmel elárulta magát.

- lehet ezekben igazság.

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#SproutChat Recap: Boosting Your Brand’s Visibility With Instagram Search & Explore

We’re excited to announce a new blog series with key takeaways from our weekly #SproutChat on Twitter. Join us (@SproutSocial) every Wednesday at 2 p.m. CST to discuss social media and community-building topics. We often partner with influencers in the industry and cover everything from user-generated content to agency best practices to building a brand ambassador program.

We’d love to hear your insights and introduce you to our amazing community. Follow the #SproutChat hashtag, and join our Facebook community for more on the weekly topic and discussion questions.

This past week’s topic was Instagram Search & Explore. Instagram has quickly become a main player among the most popular social channels. The quality of the content, along with the innovation of the features within the app, makes it a great place for brands to tell their stories and connect with their community. The more recent updates to search present a great opportunity for brands to creatively reach a wider audience. Using a trending hashtag or adding the location to appropriate posts can help your brand’s visibility.

What’s more, you can find people and brands to connect with using these same features. The curated collections are a great spot for inspiration and an opportunity for your brand to be included if you can provide quality content in line with the theme.

For further reading on this topic, check out our recent Insights post and full #SproutChat Storify recap. Meanwhile, here are three key takeaways.

1. Develop a Hashtag Strategy for a Cohesive Feel

Organizations of any size and from any industry can take advantage of Instagram trending hashtags, as long as they do the necessary research and start with strategy. Understanding what the hashtag is about and why it’s resonating should be the first step, followed by finding a clever way to use it in your established strategy.

A1) Make sure you know EXACTLY what the trending hastag is – it gets confusing. #Engagement could be about SM or weddings #Sproutchat

— David Boutin (@dmboutin) July 29, 2015

A1: All companies can use a hashtag effectively permitting they do their research & it correlates to their brand or message #SproutChat

— Caitlin P. (@itsCaitlinP) July 29, 2015

2. Use the Location Feature to Increase Reach

The advantages of the location feature aren’t limited to brick-and-mortar businesses. Brands can use it when employees are attending conferences as well as to gain insight as to what is important (i.e., what they’re posting images of) to people when in attendance at certain spots.

A3: The ability to segment an audience is a great thing. Location data only enhances that. #Sproutchat https://t.co/ygQtA7ISVe

— Nick Carranza (@PlanetSpeck) July 29, 2015

3. Experiment With Different Tactics to Understand What Resonates

The amount of hashtag usage on Instagram is up to each organization. It’s important to see what excites and entertains the people in your community. Try different tactics to tell your story and get individuals to take action. Be creative and come up with fun hashtags that suit your brand’s voice well.

A4: No idea. Important to have hashtags that will let you be found by fans and potential customers, not just random people #SproutChat

— Brad Lovett (@Brad_Lovett) July 29, 2015

A4 don’t forget you can comment with your hashtags too to avoid cluttering the initial post. #SproutChat — Erika Heald (@SFerika) July 29, 2015

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If you have any other thoughts about Instagram Search & Explore, leave them in the comments below. Otherwise, see you Wednesday at 2 p.m. CST for #SproutChat, as we discuss some fascinating industry and global trends based on the recently released 2015 Sprout Social Index.

https://growinsta.xyz/sproutchat-recap-boosting-your-brands-visibility-with-instagram-search-explore/

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