really disappointing that bunjywunjy had to be pestered twice just to quietly remove their reblog after using their huge platform to encourage garbage like raving about the lesbian estonian soviet flag and how 'new pride flag just dropped' so people could go 'ooh pretty' about a flag that was forced onto us by ppl who wanted our culture gone and oppressed us for about a century in total if not more.
to say nothing or not show anything of the truth about that flag and quietly remove the reblog felt more like it was done out of obligation (and you didn't agree) rather than care for the subject matter that is still a fresh wound in our country's memory. it's only been 33 years since it ended.
I'd rather you make the mistake about something you didn't know (eastern european history is easy for westeners to overlook, because we're not a big country like them, we're not england or france or spain or germany) and admit/apologize for said mistake or even just outright state that you don't actually care rather than say nothing and quietly remove something so that people would stop talking about it
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The Good Citizen
An AU where Izuku is just an ordinary boy. He never meets All Might and has his application for Yuuei's entrance exam rejected because of his quirkless status. He still wants to be a hero, but then again, he's just a normal kid with a mom who works two jobs, and since he failed to get into his dream school, he still has to get into another one, he doesn't have time. to go to the gym or learn to fight, or whatever. And yet, he wants to be a hero, so he grabs a pair of old skates and a stick. And he sneaks out the window at night, intending to be a vigilante.
But like a normal boy, he's a bit of a coward, so when he encounters his first crime, instead of getting involved, he calls the police. He calls the police and hides and is delighted when a police car arrives a few minutes later and does its job. And then he repeats that, goes out, finds a crime and calls the police. And repeat. And the next time, he identifies himself as "Good Citizen" when the person on the line recognizes his voice. And the name sticks. And Izuku keeps it, thinking of it as a way to keep his identity safe. But one day, 'The Good Citizen' calls the police on a group of men beating up a guy. And next he stops a man from harassing a girl.
The mens who beat the guy are part of a powerfull gang and their high-rankers discovers that the person who reported them was the same person who has been making several reports. The old man who harassed the girl was an important member of the HPSC, whose arrest creates a huge scandal
With this he successfully angers the villains and the HPSC all at once. Next week there's a bounty on 'snitch's head. And an arrest warrant for the vigilante who is 'an enemy in the making for the society of heroes'.
Then a race begins, villains and heroes mobilizing to kill/arrest one (1) well-intentioned green bean.
And, out of nowhere, this all becomes Aizawa Fucking Shota's problem.
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>calls himself the biggest athena cykes fan
>probably hasn't drawn her in ages
WYRM IS A FRAUD!!! UNFOLLOW HIM NOW!!!
WHY ARE YOU COMING INTO MY HOUSE JUST TO BULLY ME,,, MAYBE IVE BEEN WRITING ATHENA, HUH!? ATHENA IS ARRESTED AU SNIPPET BE UPON YOU!!!
As they approached, Cykes slipped the round metallic object into her trouser pocket.
Apollo eyed where it had disappeared and considered asking her about it, but with her fingers already reaching for her moon charm he decided it wasn’t worth stressing her about. Besides, there was something more on his mind.
“You knew all along, didn’t you? That Mayor Tenma was the Amazing Ninetales?” It was partly a bluff, but he was well enough versed in them to know that he had a good chance of being right here. Apollo had reached more than a dead end trying to figure out how L’Belle could have disguised himself well enough that Mayor Tenma’s own daughter would’ve fallen for it; it was only when the prosecution pointed out her reluctance to admit of a possible disguise that the pieces had truly clicked, and Apollo was starting to wonder if Prosecutor Blackquill was truly bragging out of his own confidence or if he himself had been a victim to the power of suggestion.
She fiddled with her ponytail, fingers combing through the ginger strands. “I had a suspicion. You were the ones to really figure it out though.”
“Thank you, Miss Cykes.” Apollo relented. He was starting to realise that perhaps he had been too harsh on her, making dangerous assumptions from too little information. It seemed that he had reached the point in the case that it was time to turn around his thinking. “I mean it.” He added, wanting to assure her of his newfound sincerity while wondering how much of his distrust she had picked up of his over the last couple days. If you had asked him before this case, he would have never thought that he would be so scared of a psychologist.
Miss Cykes paused, and studied him for a moment. It was almost enough to make him wonder if that was how his witnesses felt under his perception; the creeping feeling of being seen straight through was beginning to establish itself as omni-present when around her. After a moment, she shook her head. “Athena”, she stated, her voice oddly serious. “Please, I prefer to be called Athena.”
“Oh.” Apollo paused, trying to think of what to say, but Trucy broke the lull in conversation as she swung an arm around his neck (almost toppling him over in the process) and leant towards Miss Cy- Athena with a wide grin.
“Well then, it’s nice to meet you, Athena!” She hummed, swinging on her feet.
Athena paused for a moment and stared blankly at them both, in the same thoughtful way she always does. Then, her shoulders relaxed. “It’s nice to meet you too, Trucy. Apollo.”
And at that moment, she smiled in front of them for the first time.
It was not a cruel smile, not like Apollo would have suspected of her when he first heard of her status as an inmate; instead it’s gentle and shy, but it’s the kind that Trucy relishes in most when she finally extracts it from her audience, and Apollo can tell by the way she straightened at his side that she was taking it in with even more satisfaction than he was.
And if Trucy looked like the only thing keeping her from inviting Athena to Eldoon’s noodles was the detective waiting to escort her away… well, Apollo thought to himself, they’ve had weirder allies.
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Can't stop listening to this one song. It goes something like this-
কারার ঐ লৌহকপাট
ভেঙে ফেল কর রে লোপাট
রক্ত-জমাট শিকল পূজার পাষাণ-বেদী
ওরে ও তরুণ ঈশান
বাজা তোর প্রলয় বিষাণ
ধ্বংস নিশান উড়ুক প্রাচীর প্রাচীর ভেদি
Rough Translation:
Those iron bars of prison
Break them down, strike them out
Bloodied chains, the stone-alter to worship
Oh you! The youths!
Blow out your horns of doom
Let the flag of carnage soar, through wall to wall
To you. To the people of my country. To every single person who's out there now, fighting against an unjust system. You bleed and you ache, yet you do not kneel. You run through the streets and scream for justice. You pick up your sticks and stones and stand against guns and bullets. You do not cower, you do not fear.
It's extraordinary.
It's extraordinary what you do. It's extraordinary the courage you possess, the bravery, the spirit.
I am proud. I am proud that I speak the tongue you do. I am proud that I have shared the same soil as yours. I am proud.
I see it on the news. Everyday. More dead. More injured. More arrested. I see it again the next day. And the day after that. And I am shocked, I am speechless, I am filled with utter pride and respect because I know you will not stop. You will not stop until every drop of blood is paid for, every last corpse answered for.
How arrantly foolish our Government is. How witless do you have to be to not learn your lesson? They think violence is the solution for everything. They think if they can just drop a couple bodies, spill a little blood, send a few behind the bars, it'll all calm down. That we're just a couple of defenseless kids.
And that does work. Fear is great. Fear will pump through your blood and incapacitate you. You can use fear to break an entire nation.
But only for so long.
Fear is great. But rage is greater.
1952, 1969, 1971.
History testifies.
Justice will prevail.
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