#am I not doing that in favor of this instead?

[sakuraszn]

in love with you writhing babe💖

Is it okay to request headcannons about the mha Boys+Hawks reacting to their child clinging more to them than to reader, which makes reader a bit sad ?

awww thank you babes! I actually appreciate it sm, sorry that I’m just now seeing this I hope your still here to read it😅 !

request/summary: MHA characters reacting to their child clinging more to them than to reader, which makes reader a bit sad.

ft. ejirou kirishima, katsuki bakugo, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki and keigo takami (hawks)

Eijiro Kirishima | The Ultimate Soft Dad

𖥔 Kirishima is hands down the biggest softie when it comes to his kid. The moment they were born, he swore to be the most present, reliable dad ever. (+ and he cried the loudest once he cradled them in his arms)

𖥔 He’s the fun parent—always down to play, wrestle, and go on little adventures around the house.

𖥔 His kid sees him as a walking jungle gym, constantly climbing onto his shoulders or clinging to his arm like a baby koala. especially when he’s doing home workouts.

𖥔 He doesn’t realize at first that his little one favors him over you because he just assumes they love you both equally.

𖥔 Once he notices, though, and sees the sad look on your face when your child turns away from your hugs in favor of his, he immediately wants to fix it.

You sigh, watching as your toddler scrambles out of your lap the second Kirishima enters the room. The second your little one sees him, they light up like fireworks.

“DADDY!!” they yell, tiny feet padding as fast as they run toward him with their arms wide open.

Kirishima grins, scooping them up easily and throwing them in the air just enough to make them giggle before catching them securely. “Hey, Little Rock! Missed me?”

They nod rapidly, wrapping their tiny arms around his neck and burying their face into his shoulder. Your smile falters just slightly.

You weren’t mad—how could you be? Kirishima was a wonderful dad. scratch that, he was an incredible dad! But lately, it seemed like no matter how much you tried, your child always wanted him over you. If you reached for them, they’d whine and scramble to Kirishima instead.

Kirishima notices your expression, his smile dimming. “Hey, why don’t you give Mama some hugs too, huh?” He gently pulls them back so they can look at him. “Mama has the warmest hugs ever! Look.” He says as he pulls you in by the waist and brings you into a family hug and of course, you hug him back.

Your child fidgets, looking between the two of you, before shyly reaching for you. You brighten up immediately, taking them into your arms.

Kirishima wraps his arms around both of you, kissing the side of your head. “See? Now we’re a team hug.”

You laugh softly, leaning into him as your little one relaxes in your arms. “A team hug, huh?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against yours. “You’re just as important as I am, babe. We’ll make sure they know that.” He kisses your lips.

“ewwww!” your child exclaims covering their eyes in disgust.

You and kirishima laughed loudly.

God, you just loved your husband.

Katsuki Bakugo | The Unintentional Favorite

𖥔 Bakugo never expected to be the favorite parent—he thought for sure it’d be you.

* he struggled with parenting at first because he wasn’t too good with kids but gradually become decent at it.

𖥔 He’s gruff, not overly affectionate, and doesn’t baby his kid, yet for some reason, they cling to him like he’s their whole world.

𖥔 It’s probably because they see him as strong and reliable (plus, he’s a human heater, which helps with nap time).

𖥔 He pretends to be annoyed by their clinginess, but everyone can tell he secretly loves it.

𖥔 The moment he realizes you’re feeling a little left out, he goes into full damage control mode—though in his own Bakugo way.

“Tch, what do ya mean you don’t want Mommy?” Bakugo scowls down at your toddler, who’s gripping onto his pant leg like their life depends on it.

They shake their head stubbornly, burying their face against his leg. You sit on the couch, trying not to let it get to you. It wasn’t like you didn’t spend time with your child—you did. But lately, they only wanted your husband.

“You little brat,” he mutters, bending down to scoop them up effortlessly. “What, am I just your personal ride now?”

Your child giggles, clearly taking that as a yes.

You sigh softly, getting up from the couch. “I’m gonna go clean up the kitchen—”

Before you can walk away, Bakugo suddenly grabs your wrist. You blink in surprise as he pulls you in and shifts your child to one arm, freeing the other so he can tug you against his chest.

“The hell ya think you’re goin’?” he grumbles. “We’re a package deal, dumbass.”

You blink, then feel the small arms of your toddler wrap around your neck. Hesitantly, you hold them, and for once, they don’t try to escape.

Bakugo scoffs. “See? They just need to be reminded you’re just as awesome as me.”

You smile, leaning into him as your cheeks warm up from the compliment. “Thanks, Katsu.”

He grunts. “Yeah, yeah. Now, let’s go and make dinner. We’re all eating together, got it?”

“Got it!” your baby yelled out in your arms

A laugh bubbles up in your throat. Even if he wouldn’t say it outright, you knew he cared.

Izuku Midoriya | The Overthinker Dad

𖥔 Midoriya is so proud to be a dad—he litterally documents everything, from their first words to their first steps.

𖥔 He’s a mix between playful and gentle, making him the perfect comfort parent.

𖥔 He also the good cop between you two

𖥔 His child sticks to him like glue, always holding onto his fingers when walking places or snuggling into his chest when it’s time to go to sleep.

𖥔 He panics the moment he realizes they favor him over you, feeling immense guilt.

𖥔 He actively tries to push them towards you more, but it backfires sometimes..

Midoriya watches as your toddler scurries away from your arms, straight into his once he gets back from the store. He chuckles nervously, picking them up, but when he glances at you, he sees the sadness in your eyes.

His heart drops.

That night, when the baby is asleep, he turns to you, wringing his hands. “I think—I think I did something wrong.”

You blink. “What do you mean?”

He gestures wildly. “They—They always want to be around me! What if I’m taking up too much space? What if I—”

You grab his cheeks, squeezing them making him stop his rambling and look up at you with his big green eyes.

“Izuku, it’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

“But it makes you upset,” he murmurs, looking guilty.

You smile softly. “Yeah, a little. But they love me too.”

His brows furrow before he suddenly pulls you into a hug. “I’ll make sure they show it more. You’re their mom, you deserve all the love.”

You laugh gently knowing he will do his best to keep that promise.

Shoto Todoroki | The Unbothered but Observant Dad

𖥔 Obviously, Todoroki is the calmest, gentlest dad—his child sees him as a source of warmth and safety naturally.

𖥔 He doesn’t mind being clung to, though he finds it fascinating because he isn’t to fond o

𖥔 He’s very observant, so he notices immediately when you feel left out. a little too quickly..

𖥔 Without making a big deal, he starts nudging your child toward you in small ways.

You sigh as your toddler once again chooses Todoroki’s arms over yours. Not trying to make a big deal out of it you don’t say anything, but he notices.

That night, as your child fights sleep, Todoroki gently whispers, “Mama gives the best goodnight kisses.”

Your toddler looks up, curious. “Really?”

He nods. “Mhm. Better than mine.”

Hesitantly, they turn to you. You blink in surprise before pressing a soft kiss to their forehead. They giggle, snuggling into you.

Todoroki watches, a small, satisfied smile on his lips.

Mission success !

Keigo Takami | The Playful but Protective Dad

𖥔 You cannot tell me Hawks isn’t the ultimate fun dad, his child sees him as the cool, flying hero.

𖥔 because of that they cling to him constantly, loving the thrill of being in his beefy arms.

𖥔 He doesn’t realize you feel left out at first but immediately takes action once he does.

𖥔 He starts making it a game—turning their attention to you in fun ways. [love him for that]

“Alright, little bird,” Hawks coos, “time for Mama cuddles.”

Your toddler pouts. “But Dada flies!”

Hawks grins, then suddenly scoops you both up with his wings. “Then let’s all fly.”

You yelp as he effortlessly lifts you, his wings keeping you steady. Your child giggles, clinging to you now instead.

Hawks smirks. “See? Mama’s way more fun than me.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart feels full.

Hawks winks. “Team effort, babe.” He says as he gives you a quick peck to the cheek and smiles.

And just like that, things feel balanced again.

©sakuraszn! xoxo

[niki-phoria]

낫게 해줘 너 때문인 lovesick / 너 아니면 소용없어 don't need

pairing: shen ricky x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 591

notes: reader has period cramps !! happy mjx day !! lovelicky my beloved <33, i am a tank top ricky enthusiast, partially inspired by real life events lol, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from zb1 - doctor! doctor!

SHEN RICKY announces his arrival with a soft knock against your bedroom door. he chuckles softly when he hears you groan loudly in response, taking the opportunity to quietly slip into the room. 

your body looks like little more than a lump in the middle of your bed. ricky shuts the door behind him, walking forwards to set a few shopping bags on your bedside table. seeing your unmoving figure, he takes the opportunity to slip out of his cardigan and slacks in favor of a black tank top and sweatpants. 

sunlight threatens to spill into the room through the small cracks in your blinds casting a warm light across the room. you curl further into yourself beneath the covers, tugging your blankets tighter around you. one arm rests over your stomach while the other clutches the oversized cat plush ricky had won for you against your chest; your chin rests in between its ears. 

ricky tentatively sits on the edge of your bed, reaching over to brush a few stray strands of hair away from your face. “baby,” he whispers quietly. “how are you feeling?”

you let out another quiet groan as you finally open your eyes, squinting at the sudden influx of light in your vision. “bad,” you finally murmur quietly. “my cramps are really bad.” 

ricky frowns softly. “i’m sorry,” he says quietly. the sound of rustling plastic catches your attention, drawing your gaze away from ricky’s furrowed eyebrows and instead towards his hand. he sets a small container on the edge of your bedside table before turning back to you. “can you sit up? i bought some painkillers.”

the promise of relief is enough to make you prop yourself up. ricky shoves a pillow behind your back as you lean against the headboard, setting your plush to the side. ricky’s hand lowers to rest against the small of your back. he traces miscellaneous shapes over the fabric of his stolen t-shirt. 

“here,” ricky says. his hands feel cool as he slips a small tylenol capsule into your hand, followed quickly by a glass of water. “do you need anything else?” 

“no,” you mumble. reaching over, you take his hand into your own. your fingers run along the smooth edges of the promise ring that sits just before his knuckle on his left hand. “just you.”

ricky smiles brightly. he lifts the edge of your blankets before slipping beneath the covers, wasting no time in cuddling up against your side. 

“i bought some snacks, too,” he says, reaching over to grab the plastic bags that had previously been abandoned on your bedside table. you smile softly, watching as ricky opens the bags to reveal various packages of your favourite snacks. you chuckle when you recognize a packet of strawberry flavoured pocky in the mix but save your teasing for another day. “you hate it when i eat in my room.” 

“i do,” ricky lets out an exaggerated sigh. he leans back against his hands, turning to face you once again. “but i’ll make an exception. just this once.” 

you break off a piece from the bar before holding it out towards him. a light flush decorates the tips of his ears but he accepts with a small smile, leaning in to take the candy into his mouth. “well, thank you, good sir,” you tease. 

ricky rolls his eyes playfully but leans in nonetheless. his lips just barely brush against your cheek before he’s pulling away and reaching over to take your hand into his own. “anything for you.” 

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[poisonsage808]

strange love

John Munch x Stripper!Reader

they think i’m insane, they think my lover is strange

• It really shouldn’t have panned out in his favor, considering he was an asshole on your first date.

"So what do you do?" He asked, struggling to keep boredom from his tone. He hates small talk.

"I'm an entertainer," your hands fidget nervously, "of sorts."

"Well, as long as you're not a stripper." He chuckles.

You, of course, do not.

• To his continued utter perplexity, the date concluded without you throwing insults or silverware at him. You suffered each and every question that you said no one had bothered to ask you before. The thought of dates prior ending abruptly after you'd surrendered the information, you alone with the check, made him more upset than you!

"The bad ones weed themselves out, right?" You joked bitterly, shrugging like you were unfazed but he saw the bleeding heart on your sleeve, "Anyways, I can't really blame them."

John tilts his head, "Why?"

"Would you wanna date someone you knew was ogled nightly by strangers, maybe a coworker or business partner? Everyone says it doesn't bother them until it does."

"That bothers you," he states like the fact that it is, "so why don't you stop? Do something else?"

Pausing while lifting a glass to your lips, you sit straighter and send a smile right to his heart, "You should know why; you're in the same boat as me, it's just named something else. Why don't you stop being a detective even though it's detrimental to your love life, hm? Because we don't believe we should live our lives for anyone other than ourselves."

• Your occupation didn't bother him half as much as his delusions did. He always attracted the wrong type of women, four failed marriages and a looong string of exes can attest to the fact, what business did he have dating a stripper thinking it would lead to what he really wanted? He didn't need another 'I told you so' from the universe

• He went home, alone, denying your comparison because it couldn't possibly be even remotely similar. Your words haunt him the entirety of the next day and later he calls to ask you out again, purely intending on picking your brain and, ideally, prove you wrong. He ends up stepping deeper into the trap you swore you didn't lay, so, maybe, there was a chance he willingly entered and couldn't bring himself to leave

• He’s an old fashioned man, he doesn’t fully get it. Like most, he wants to “save” you and get you out of this line of work. He tries to understand though and therein lies the difference. John still makes jokes about it, however knowledgeable he may be now, he feeds into it every time you complain about work and say you’re quitting,

“Oh no,” he says flatly, dropping his book and turning his attention to you. “Want me to check the classifieds for you? Or I have a buddy in hotel management that needs help manning the front desk, you can stand there and look pretty instead.”

“Don’t be a dick, babe.” You grin despite your irritation.

“I just called you pretty, how am I being a dick?”

• That's not to say you two don't have your fair share of arguments about your job— or his for that matter. There are times where your schedules don't line up or the stress of work gets to you both, resulting in a fight. It shocks him and you that neither of you takes the opportunity to cut losses and leave. It doesn't matter who started what, it always ends with a soft gesture that can only mean no one's going anywhere

• In the past, you’ve both been scorched badly enough to make you wary of a sudden flame. John’s (mostly) open and honest about everything on his mind but god forbid you ask him what his favorite color is. He’s slow to let you in all the way but when you manage to get there, close the door behind you because he doesn’t want out

• Fashion is a surprising forte of his and, wow, does he love shoes! Broke a heel? He has a shoe repair man that knows him by name. You need new pumps? He’ll come with you, have you test them out, holds your hand and says ‘give us a little twirl’. Don’t forget he’s still John Munch, he’ll let you know if he thinks a pair is ugly

“You look ravishing, sweetheart, an absolute dream… if you buy those abominations on your feet that dare call themselves as stilettos, I might accidentally throw them off the Empire State Building, though.”

• Far would it be from John to control your every move, he almost never even thinks of asking but sometimes the fear is unmanageable. John’s job is hard enough as it is only now he walks around seeing your face in every victim, terrified one day they’ll pull back the white sheet and that worry will become a reality. So can you blame him if he holds on too tight? If he asks you to call in sick because he has a bad feeling or demands you stay home because a freak is out there killing strippers? You try not to.

“Don’t argue with me on this, please, just lock the door and don’t answer it for anyone that’s not me. Please.”

• Being apart for days at a time makes phone calls very important… only John hates talking on the phone, keeping his replies shortened to “yeah” and “mhm”. Sometimes you can hear someone in the background and will take the conversation in a dirty direction to get him riled up. Other times you know the call is coming to an end and quickly say,

“I miss you, handsome.”

His voice quiets and turns impossibly soft, “I miss you too, beautiful.”

Laughter erupts close by him, the familiar voices of his infamous squad teasing him. You can’t help but grin as the line goes dead, feeling victorious that you won over the possibility of ridicule.

• Because he does miss you, terribly. You make him throw caution to the wind, you turn his brain to slush and have him forget how to tell himself no. He thought he got rid of this bad habit where he rushed in too quickly— then he asked you to move in with him. It was unceremonious and obviously not thought out, but you still said yes. Now, even though your schedules aren’t always on your sides, you two can at least take comfort in knowing the other will be coming home at some point

~

“Twelve bucks? I’m not paying twelve bucks for a spoonful of yuppie punch– I’d punch a yuppie for free, though. How the hell did these people get their liquor license? This is robbery.”

You’d know that sarcastic voice anywhere.

In a club packed like sardines and music blaring like a morning alarm– terrible combination, really– he shouldn’t have heard you the same way you shouldn’t have heard him. Still, you snorted, an unattractive sound, that you tried to mask with your hand. The second you did, he couldn’t take his eyes off you and was struggling to maintain a passive expression. You were willing to bet that if you went to the back and checked your phone there would be an SOS text from your boyfriend, trying to give you a heads up.

He looks pleased as punch to have caught you.

“Sounds like someone agrees with me.”

“Yeah right, you probably paid her to laugh.”

You turned with a shy grin, debating how you wanted to play this scene. Behind the darkened lenses of his glasses you could sense John studying you, wondering the same thing.

“So which is it, gorgeous, do you agree with me or did money jump out of my wallet and into your hand?”

You feel your cheeks warm while you attempt to stifle a laugh at his compliment. Hot and sexy you heard every day but the rare bouquet of praise John gave you was consistently refreshing, and he was a walking dictionary so the compliments were endless. His partner’s eyes go wide at your reaction. You’ve never met any of the detectives he worked with but from John’s stories, you gather it’s Fin.

“I’d report my boss for theft but that might make me a hypocrite.” Sweeping over your hips, you gesture to your outfit. Or lack thereof, your favorite piece was two zippers away from leaving you fully naked.

That gets a smirk out of him, “I dunno about that. You don’t look like a rip-off to me.”

You dare to step closer, wasps of coffee and leather hit your nose. Clearly enjoying the attention, John angled himself to block you from Fin and placed a hand on his hip. Like a bird, he preened when you took his tie in your hands, standing straighter and puffing out his chest. You lowered your voice and he chased after it, allowing you to gently pull the silk.

“You here for business or pleasure, handsome?”

“I’m—” You wouldn’t find out what he was going to say, there was a loud, fake cough behind him. John sighs, mouth pressed into a straight line and leaning back slightly, “Detective John Munch, a—”

“–And I’m Detective Tutuola. We need to speak to this boss of yours.” His partner chimed in, shoving his way back into view. The two shared a private conversation with their eyes that left them both glaring.

Jack, the bartender, set a tray with two martini glasses on the counter and whistled for your attention. Reluctantly, you allowed John’s tie to slip entirely from your fingers to grab the tray.

“Follow me.”

It wasn’t an offer. Taking John’s hand you began walking backwards, leading them to a booth. His fingers link with yours like it’s the most natural action in the world, leaving you on top of it. You had to bite your lip to contain your excitement.

“You’re not worried you’re gonna break an ankle?” He asks too seriously, quirking a worried brow at you.

“Haven’t yet.” Your reply isn’t reassuring him in the least. “Hey if I have to look for a new job you’d tell me, right?”

“Well I’ve only been asking you to for the past two years. Will me arresting your boss actually make you quit? I’ll feel really stupid if that’s all I had to do to keep you to myself.” He teases, winks, then turns your wrist over to place a delicate kiss to your knuckles.

John releases you to slide into the booth beside his partner, looking damn pleased with himself. Staring with narrowed eyes and a befuddled frown, Fin finally speaks his mind.

“…I’m missin’ something.”

“Gee, you’re quick today. Tutuola, meet my girlfriend. Ethereal light of my life, this is the infamous Fin.”

“How do you do?”

To you, the man smiles kindly, “Just fine, thanks, lovely to meet you. One second—“ The slap he gives John’s arm, however, is audibly loud and full of petty anger. “You have a woman!? And you never told me!? That’s messed up, Munch, I’m your partner.”

“First of all, ow. You can’t just hit people because you’re mad at them, didn’t they teach you this in grade school!? Keep your hands to yourself, you acrimonious oaf. Secondly, I did tell you— it’s not my fault you thought I was kidding. Thirdly, I told her about you which, if you think about it, is arguably more important.”

John leans back when he runs out of hot air, dramatically rubbing his arm. Already accustomed to your comforting weight around his shoulders, he doesn’t blink when you hug his neck in front of his partner.

“He says you’re the best partner he’s ever had.”

“I did pay her to say that.”

“Yeah, I bet you did.” Fin winks, like you’re sharing a secret, “I’ll keep his bony ass safe for you, mama.”

Tapping your arm, John turns his head so he doesn’t have to yell over the music anymore, “We really do need to talk to your boss now, sweetheart.”

"Duty calls, you answer." You hum, sliding your arms off him to release him from your embrace, "I'll get her for you. See you tonight, handsome."

Mindful of your lipstick, you lean in to ghost a kiss to his cheek but he discards your caution and steals a proper, quick peck. John grins at your surprise, feasting on it. Snickering, you playfully swat his arm before walking away. You can feel his reluctant eyes struggle to let you go. Fin smirks and jostles his partner as you depart, much to his provocation.

"You dog!"

Munch waits a moment to wipe the mark from his lips, grinning at your frame as it fades away.

"Woof."

[hresvelged]

[ FLOWERS ]

“I feel as if an angel of gold just came down from the skies and blessed me with her beauty! Your splendor will blind me, Your Highness!” He knew to play safe with Edelgard- she was one of the few girls Sylvain knew to not play around with too much simply because she didn’t seem like the type to align with his own personal vendetta. Besides, she had much more power than he did- so he was safe from the fate of being seen as nothing more than a trophy husband.

But Sylvain was still Sylvain, and he’d never stop himself from appreciating a lady’s looks.

“And I mean that, okay? I’m not trying to win you over or anything, I know my spot! You really do look beautiful.” He still in the end handed her a single rose- thorns removed of course. “After all that happened, I think we all deserve a little party before we get back to reality. So loosen up, Edelgard! It's your chance.” A single wink, with a smile that felt genuine enough as he dropped the title in favor of her name.

"Is that so.."

Void of any reaction on the face, Edelgard knew how to wear neutrality. Sylvain's outfit was hard to miss with having similarity to the Margrave's. It was noteworthy. She studied his facial features as he spoke to her; the wink and smile accompanied by a rose void of thorns. She noticed that, too. Commenting on none of it, the Imperial Princess raised a wondering eye as she looked him up and down and tilted her head slight to the left.

"Good. You would find any efforts to win my affections in that way pointless." Taking the flower into her hands, its stem allowed her to grip it tightly.

Furrowed brows stagnated. "I am plenty.. 'loose'," she said bluntly. It was rare for one to so quickly refer to her by name instead of title all within mere seconds, but its appearance did not fall on her. "My.. chance? Even if that happens to be true, do you not wonder when next we might gather? It's crossed my mind more than once." In the end, nobody truly had that answer. Anything further said wouldn't alter its course.

Spinning the rose in gloved palms, she bobbed her head once: "No matter. Thank you, then. Ensure you nor anyone else uses this opportunity unwisely. I will be watching."

[gryffindorkus]

HOLY SHIT I JUST FOUND A 7K SCORBUS FIC THAT I HAD BEEN WORKING ON BUT NEVER FINISHED AND IT'S SO FUNNY I'M GOING TO COMPLETE IT OH MYG OD

the writing is from 7 years ago so it's really cool to see how I've improved...

[frodo-a-gogo]

Let us be brutally honest with ourselves and with eachother for a moment. If he weren't obese you motherfuckers would be capable of percieving evrart claires sexy sexy moral ambiguity and complex charms

[spitblaze]

"This historical figure who was born as a woman and lived the rest of her life as a man isnt transgender and shes not a man she was an oppressed woman who pretended to be a man in order to pursue her dreams under intense patriarchy" listen i understand what the line of logic here is and i know that applying modern labels to figures who lived and died before these words and concepts were invented or popularized is a dangerous game but if this dude not only lived his life as a man but insisted that he be referred to as a man and went off on people who misgendered him and had an entire love life where all of his lovers would also refer to him as a man and was adamant that his body not be examined postmortem as so not to be retroactively defined by his genitals and wished to still be recognized as a man after his death i feel like at the very least you could respect his wishes to be referred to and seen as a man and leave the 'born female' thing to be an interesting tidbit at most instead of the fact about him you parade around

[pussyspanks]

not alloaro but i agree with their beliefs

[seveneyesoup]

ngl i’m still worried. like i Do have complete faith in ncuti gatwa but what i Don’t have is much faith at all in rtd’s writing about race

[the-paris-of-people]

The past couple days online have been... interesting. I consider myself a leftist, think capitalism is corrupt, and think that it needs to be seriously reformed/overthrown. I admit that while I've thrown around phrases and terms like "burn it all down" and "the revolution needs to come" out of frustration without actually thinking about what a revolution entails: excellent organization, unity, and strategy to defeat the United States, the world's largest military superpower which has inflicted political and social destabilization across the majority of countries around the world. There also needs to be superb infrastructure and community to support the disabled, elderly, and poor populations who rely on government assistance and programs, healthcare, and accommodations while this so-called revolution rages on.

All I've received from the far leftist movement are lectures from condescending intellectuals who rattle off academic citations regarding ideological theory rather than practical, tangible steps to advocate for change in our local and regional communities. I have not seen one of them actually discuss conversations they've had with their friends, family, or Americans about what they want to see reflected for the future of the country. I have not seen one of them discussed how destructive, detrimental and traumatic a Trump presidency was for social prejudice and morale in the United States. I understand that for many marginalized groups they've been living in a facist state for centuries so the possibility Project 2025 doesn't galvanize them to see the two parties differently, but I don't think it is fair to white leftists falsely equivocate the election of both parties for the entire American population at all??? Or like at least specify the issues you're referring to in which you view both parties as the same????? Literally one TikTok creator who I used to follow talked about how true leftists are so much better than liberals because they aren't waiting for a presidential candidate to save the world NOW due to the accelerated apocalypse due to climate change but when asked how to change the world they suggest sharing ideas of your future utopia with other leftist groups. How the fuck is sitting around talking about living in a walkable community is great considered "saving the world now"? How are you going to dismantle and restructure American infrastructure to create these communities? How are you going to remove existing racial and social tensions to create a community where everyone lives happily side by side? Do people not consider reality at all?????

And is it not wrong for people to have a fucking sliver of optimism and hope at incremental change that's achieved within the corrupt bipartisan system of American politics, even if they know it's propaganda??? Is it wrong for people to have a singular fucking moment of relief in feeling like their values, beliefs, and lives will be better protected and THEY can advocate for change better??? Is it wrong when there's a couple months until the most pressing election in recent history for people to make the choice they feel will reduce the most amount of harm???

[bean-spring]

Not to mention Voltron and Klance/Allurance in our year 2024 but I find it very telling how they didn't have anything planned for the ending and how they made Lance choose Keith on "The Feud!" by saying "He's our leader, plus he's half-galra so he's like, the future" when a season later he refers to Allura as "the best thing that has ever happened to him".

And yes, you can love somebody to death and yet think somebody else should get to be the one to live, logically thinking, but Lance is pretty much the most emotional out of all the paladins. He's loverboy Lance. He speaks and acts with his heart all the damn time and thinks about the people he loves first and foremost. And I am not saying this is "wooahhh Klance proof!" because we are pretty over that. Just saying it feels like they didn't have shit planned for the last season because Lance (a Lance who is in love with Allura, in theory, from the start) would have never, even if it's logically speaking, let another person that wasn't her get out of there alive. And even if he wasn't in love with her, he has said multiple times how much potential, strength, and importance he sees in her role.

So it is just stupid to make him vote for Keith and say something extremely damn endearing like "he's the future" instead of saying it about his romantic interest.

Not to mention that they could have easily fixed this if they wanted Allurance to be canon. They could've made the bond and conflict Allura has with Keith deeper by making her vote for Keith and saying he is the future for being half-galra (something that is personal to Allura and it would've made more sense for her to say and eat her pride and hatred towards the galra. Character development who?). Then it's just easy to make Lance vote for Allura and make him go "She's our princess and her strength is what the world needs and the universe would be lost without her" or some bullshit like that. And then make Keith vote for Lance because the joke was actually perfect and I have nothing against it and it's pretty in character for him to say "I don't wanna be stuck with him" instead of saying that he truly believes Lance is crucial for the future. And idk, make Pidge and Hunk vote for each other because they are best friends and it makes sense to reaffirm their bond (although I do find really cute and in character their original votes).

I am just saying what we already knew and is that Allurance was so not planned and they could've written a way better build-up. And look, it would've still been shitty and forced and awful but at least it would've been written thoughtfully. Kind of. Instead, we got... Deeper bonding between Lance and Keith? And I am the first one to say that they barely have scenes together with the amount of drama people make about their canon relationship but... Why give these two this moment (plus the other two only emotional and well-written scenes of season 8) that could've been great to build up another romantic relationship?

[tearlessrain]

seriously can catastrophes stop happening for five minutes my brain is already fried from the ones we're already experiencing

[hirazuki]

Re: Naruto characters I dislike -- under the cut! :)

The thing with Danzo and Tobirama is that, I get it. I might not agree with it, at all, but I get where they're coming from and, honestly, I am very much self-aware enough that, if I had lived through their same experiences, I can't say for sure that I would have done any different. Did they do terrible things? Absolutely. But, again, I can't proclaim with surety that I'd be any better. Like, I can sit here from my current seat and judge them, but experiences color perception and I'm just as susceptible to bias as everyone else is. Who knows what my outlook would be had I lived through the First and/or Second War.

The thing with Rasa and Chiyo is that, there is some resolution. It's definitely too little, too late, especially in Rasa's case, but there is growth and admittance of fault there so that, even if I don't actually like either character, the character development present in the storyline (particularly for Chiyo!) is such that it somewhat cancels my dislike out, leaving me with largely neutral feelings. I did used to have stronger feelings against them, but I suppose it's true that you mellow out with age lmao

The thing with Hiruzen and Hagoromo and Fugaku is that I neither get it, nor is there any character development or admittance/recognition of fault on their part XD

[boysnberriespie]

“Have a spine. Don’t vote.” Ah yes, the famously hard thing to grit your teeth and do: nothing.

[somedudewithantlers]

ya girl Steve is not doing all that great in college work life

[white-weasel]

UK version of The Genius save me!! UK version of The Genius! Save me UK version of The Genius