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thinkibg abt. my iwbft superhero au. lister is literally just this dude living in his car and just got fired from his night job because hes a raging alcoholic at 19, so his hobby is trying to find out who these random super hero people are because hes bored and has a camera and also he heals people ig but yeah hehehe i love lister
#jimmy and rowan kidnap him when hes drunk asf#and are like youve been stalking us !! we could kill you#and this bjtch goes no u wont pussyole#and rowans like yeah okay#and they realise this is literally j some homeless dude#so they make a deal where they let lister sleep on the couch#as long as he stays out kf their shit and heals them with his magic lil hands sumtimes#and listers like awesoemeeeeee i am totally sane and normal#a d then hes not sane and normal#bjt none of them are so yeah
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I remember going on the metro once and seeing a teenage boy selling some stuff in the metro, a random shit fuckhead policeman decided to try to force him off and ended up stealing the stuff he is selling and ran off, some women ended up going off the metro to try and get him his stuff back (may Allah protect them), the boy was selling hair accessories, he is not going to make money selling those in the men's section.
#fuck the police none of them are good and i hope they all die#there are things to be said here bjt i haven't organised my thoughts enough to speak on so yeah#mortal behavior
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The past
He didn't liked to fight with you, really... bjt sometimes he forgot how... far away he can be with his emotions.
He was more stuck on his thoughts than he was used to... even Overhaul, his childhood friend, called him out for it. Mimic had to slap the back of his head to make him go back to concentrate on the meeting, even the big boss was getting worried at this point.
The worst part of the day was when you tried to help him with something and he lashed on you.
"Just-!" He breathed in and out with a hand on his head before letting out a chuff and giving your back to you "Just leave me alone. I dont need another headache."
"... fine then Kurono." You hissed his sur name and he winced at the sound of it "I was only trying to help my boyfriend you jerk."
"Whatever. As if I needed some." He waved you off as he heard your scoff, heart cleansing when he just knew you were going to get angry at him, cry because of him.
Fucking idiot...
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The man laughed in glory as he stared at the target all pierced with the amount of shots that was hit.
"Ya saw how maany scores your dad did Tiger?!" The man laughed louder as a tony giggle escaped his mouth at enthusiasm of the man.
"Now now..." a femine and more calm voice called from the balcony "We dont want to cause problems to the neighbors now do we? Hajime?"
"Nah!" The man waved with a bark of laughter "If anything I just 'WOSH!" he grabbed him and threw in the air as he catched.
"Dad!" He clinged on his arms but pet put a nervous laughter.
"No using of quirks Hajime..." the woman sighed but soon it looked like she felt a bit dizzy and the man was fast enough to catch her even with him on his arms.
"Ayumi.." the older man spoke on a less happy tone, brows furrowed as he checked the woman's temperature.
"I'm fine Hajime." Despite the pain and fatigue, she still could smile a bit and pinch his cheek "How is my teddy bear doing huh?"
"Mom... are you getting sick?" He mumbled as his father put him on the ground and helped his mother to get up.
"Is just a flu baby. Nothing to worry about." The woman said gently as the man furrowed his eyebrows and looked away.
"When you're going to get better?"
"Soon, Hari. Mommy is going to get better soon."
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He sighed, hand resting on the balcony as he stared at the city... the sky was with a beautiful shade of orange, indicating that soon night time he was going to take some rest at least.
He took off his gun out of his pocket to inspect...but his mind was in other place as he furrowed his eyebrows at it.
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"This is a very well gift of your old man to ya tiger, I need you to take care of it." The man gave the gun, unloaded, to the boy as he furrowed his eyebrows at it.
"When you're going to get back?" The boy mumbled as the man sighed, patted his shoulder and got his suitcase and a hat, smirking sadly at the boy on the entrance.
"See ya soon... Hari."
His father never called him Hari.... it was always a nickname ... something wasted right... and before he could reach the door to tell him to wait the door was closed on his face.
"Hari..." he heard the call of his mother and he immediatly dropped the gun, grabbing the tray where it contained a plate of food, a cup of water and inumerous pills he didn't know for what.
"I am here." He mumbled, entering the room as the sickly woman giggled, her usually bright with life now it seemed drained out of energy and... everything.
"You sound like All Might there baby.." he frowned as he took a seat besides the woman.
"You won't eat?"
"Dont have energies to do it hun... I actually called you here for other thing... " the woman got up slowly on her elbows just to drink the water and the pills.
He could see her bones... it wasn't normal... none of that was. His father leaving without a explanation, his mom didn't ever got better from thsi flu... what the hell was even happening?!
"Hari..." she carresed his cheek, knowing already of his quirk "You are such a beautiful and little gentleman you know that?"
He pursed his lips... he didn't liked where this story was going.
"Despite having my character and appearance you still got daddy's eyes and quirk that I love so so much." She mused before quickly grabbing a napkin and having a fit of coughing.
"Mom..?" He said and widened his eyes in horror at seing a bit of red on the white napkin...
"Sweety... remember that talk me and your daddy had? About a beautiful place where nana went?" He nodded as she gave him a hearted yet sad smile "Mommy is soon going to met nana once again!"
"Can I come too?" He asked while fisting the sheets as the woman shaked her head before cupping his cheek.
"I'm afraid not honey.. you still have so many years here."
"You too!" He exclaimed as the woman brought him to a hug, he could feel her ribcage and her shoulder blade yet he hugged her trembling.
"No honey... mommy has to go met nana." She said with a sad smile while carresing his back "baby, you would like to live with your uncles?"
"No!" He exclaimed, fist clenching on her clothing as he cried "I want to stay like it was before! You and daddy!"
"... daddy is not coming back sweety..." she said painfully as he widened his eyes "That's why I want you to stay with your uncles.."
"But-!" She shushed him quietly and weakly.
"Please... be good to your uncles... promise me?" She lifted up her bony arm with her pinky out as he sniffled and wiped his face with the back of his hoodie and interlocked his pinky with her.
"Okay..."
"That's my brave boy..." she cupped his face "You're such a good boy Hari..."
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The punching bag was almost disfigured from how much he had used so far.
"Angry today buddy?" Rappa asked while rolling his arms to strech some bones of his shoulder.
"Could say that." He mumbled with a nonchantly look before hearing Overhaul voice calling for him.
"Go on. Overjerk is calling for you man."
Nodding towards Rappa, he grabbed his coat and got out from the hide out and met with Chisaki leaning on the door frame with a nonchantly look.
"Listen, I knew that I fuck up." He lifted his hands up as Chisaki only arched a eyebrow but soon mentioned with his gaze at the door of his dorm. "... ah."
"Not even me get my past get the best of me blockhead." He muttered nonchantly before turning his back to him and waving "I dont want to see that partner of yours crying their eyes out, it makes me sick."
"Oh fuck off, what doesn't make you sick dude?" He muttered before gulping at the death glare he received.
Cursed hearing of his...
He sighed before knocking, seing your face before you quickly turned it away from him and layed down.
"...(Y/n)... Can we talk for a bit?"
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"You forgot to clean that place." His uncle muttered while couting some bills as he glared at the bloody wall.
"Why I am the one to clean this?"
"Because you are living with us? Maybe?" His aunt spoke while putting on a necklace of pearls on her neck as he furrowed his eyebrows.
"... You two live well. Why couldn't you help my mom? Or my dad?"
The woman laughed as the man sighed, grabbing harshly on his shoulder and making him turn his front to him.
"Your father was a mere thief that couldn't even provide for my sister. And was her fault to get sick this way, if she hadn't turned out to be such a bitch, agreed to her arrangment marriage and hadn't stormed off with that Kurono guy she would be out of those fucking problems."
His eyes narrowed while clenching his jaw, grabbing the gun his father gave to him before leaving and pointing at the male.
"You can say whatever you want about my dad but NOT about my mom!" He growled as the woman shriek in fear at seing a child with a gun as the man raised his hands up before smirking.
"You dont even know how to use this thing brat."
He quickly took the ammunition he had stolen from his uncle's office and with enormous accuracy he shot it an inch away from his head. The woman letting out a scream again as the male widened his eyes at him.
"My dad at least did a good thing on teaching me how to use a gun at the age of three." He said with anger as he lowered a bit his gun before a bunch of man, wearing suits invaded the house and pinned both his uncle and aunt on the ground as he in fear got hidden behind the kitchen counter.
"You both think is funny taking advantege and being in debt with the yakusa huh?" A much older voice spoked up as he peaked one eye to see a man with white hair glaring at both of his uncle and aunt.
"P-Please sir we were going to pay-"
"Liars." A man lowered one pocketknife onto his uncle shoulder as he put his hands over his eyes as he flinched at the shout of pain it came after "you even went to the cops to tell about our plan in order to some money... and I lost a bunch of capable man and it will cost a millions of yen to get every single one of them out of jail."
"Boss!" He shriek when a man found him "We have anothe-" without thinking a strand of his arrow hair shot and cutted the man's cheek, the poor guy being immobilized and falling onto the floor.
A bunch of guns and males with attacking quirks aimed at him as he trembling picked the gun again and pointed at least of one of them.
"Don't shoot you idiots! Is a kid!"
"Yeah but he is got a gun!"
The man glared at them and in one motion all the guns were lowered, yet he didn't lowered his one still.
"Hey, kid... no one is going to hurt you, relax." He soon directed his gaze at the couple on the floor "Whose is this? I thought neither of you wanted a child."
"Is my sister's son with a thief rat." The man growled as his wife helped him with his missing fingers "That little shit died and gave him to us."
"I asked for his name imbecile." The man growled as his uncle yelped and bowed to him.
"K-Kurono Hari master!"
"... Kurono, huh?" The man looked at him as he still had a firm grasp on his gun "Say kid... you know how to deal with those I see, those these two treat you well?" His gaze fell on his uncles before he shaked his head.
"... How about an offer then?"
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"So this makes kinda you and Overhaul brothers huh?" You giggled at the glare he gave to you before he flipped your head.
"You're the worst. I tell you this all shit and-" he stopped talking and gasped when you hugged him tightly, grazing your nails into his back much like his own mother would do.
"I get it Hari, and I'm not mad at you..." you kissed his neck and sighed "Just rely on me more often okay? Instead of being a dick."
"... yeah. I will." He hugged you back as he smirked, at least he knew he had a home of his own. You. You were his home.
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(A/n): this was shitty, I know. But it was what came to my mind. Forgive me. I didn't do justice for arrow haired man... ;-;
#kurono hari x reader#hari kurono x reader#chrono x reader#bnha villains x reader#bnha villains#chrono#kurono hari#bnha fanfiction#bnha fics#zuffer writings
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GETTING TO KNOW YOU ➝ BECLENCIA.
TAGGING ➝ Becca Berry, Valencia Meeks.
LOCATION ➝ Clark and Len’s house.
TIME FRAME ➝ 4/23, afternoon.
WARNINGS ➝ None.
NOTES ➝ Becca and Len hang out and get to know each other.
VALENCIA MEEKS
Len and Clark both had varying work schedules. Clark worked long shifts and the times changed often, and Len worked two jobs so her schedule was always all over the place. So she often found herself at the apartment alone, which is why she had busied herself with some more decorating. Len liked to have her home feel like her own, which meant her and Clark had been doing a lot to paint and buy things that made the apartment come together a bjt more. What she didn’t expect was a knock on the door. Putting the picture she’d been working on hanging down she went to the door, opening it quickly and then blushing as she saw Clark’s sister standing there. “Oh, Becca.” She said, and then stepped aside to let her in. “Hi, I wasn’t expecting you. Clark isn’t home, but come in.” She said and the frowned, “Sorry, I don’t really need to invite you in, do I? It’s your brother’s apartment, obviously. Well, I guess it’s ours, but it was his first.” She cleared her throat, and decided to stop talking. “I just made some fresh coffee if you’d like some?”
BECCA BERRY
She really shouldn’t even have to check with him beforehand, because by now, Becca definitely should’ve known her brother’s schedule. But, alas, she found herself arriving at his apartment to be greeted by his girlfriend, rather than him. It was a reminder that she should’ve called ahead or something, but she also didn’t hate the idea of spending a little time with Len, so she offered the other girl a smile in greeting, nodding her head at her offer. “Hey. Yeah, sure. It’s fine, Clark never thinks to invite me in. It’s nice for someone to actually want me here,” she joked, making her way into the apartment and closing the door behind her. She held up the Starbucks drink in her hand. “I’m good on the coffee. You guys have been decorating?” She questioned, setting her purse down on the couch as she looked around the room. “So are you, like, officially moved in now?”
VALENCIA MEEKS
“Oh,” Len said with a small laugh at her words, “He also doesn’t think to pick his clothes up off the floor of the bathroom after he showers most days, so I guess I’m not surprised.” She said with a grin, though maybe that was a bad idea. Clark was her boyfriend so it was okay to tease him, and Becca was his sister so it was okay for her to tease him, but Len wasn’t sure if it was okay for her to tease him to his sister. Instead she just nodded at the question. “Yeah,” she looked around the room as she did and then sighed. “Yeah, I mean all of my stuff is here. And my apartment is month to month, so as soon as April is over it won’t be mine anymore. It was kind of bare before, so we’ve been trying to liven it up a bit. Or, I guess, I have, and Clark is either into it or a really good actor.”
BECCA BERRY
Becca playfully rolled her eyes, all too familiar with her brother’s disgusting habits. “I grew up in the same house as him, believe me, I know how he is.” She could give her brother a hard time, but it was all in jest. She loved him and she wasn’t trying to embarrass him in front of his girlfriend. She nodded along as Len explained the situation, plopping down onto the couch and beginning to sip on her coffee through the straw. “That makes sense. He is a pretty good actor,” she shrugged, “My parents always liked to lay it on really thick with the theatrics, we all kind of caught it a little bit, too. But I think he’s probably into it. If you’re close to him, it’s easy to read his tells.” Becca glanced over toward the other girl. “Speaking of my dads, you met them pretty recently, right? How was that?”
VALENCIA MEEKS
Len grinned at the other girl’s comment, happy to hear that she hadn’t overstepped. She laughed as Becca said he was a good actor. It wasn’t exactly calming her fears, but she appreciated the honesty. “I’d like to say we’re pretty close,” she said with a shrug before sitting on the couch next to the other girl. “Oh yeah, I did. A few weeks ago. They were great.” She licked her lips, thinking back to the New York trip and a smile formed on her face. “They were really nice, and they made me feel really welcome. They even helped me set up a little surprise for Clark while we were there, which was nice. I hope they liked me, Clark said they did, but I don’t know that he’d come out and tell if they didn’t.” She said with a small laugh. “Oh sorry! I didn’t even ask why you were here, did you need something?”
BECCA BERRY
“That’s good. I mean, you’re living together, so,” Becca shrugged, hoping she didn’t sound too judgmental. The situation was a little strange to her, but she was an openminded person, and if Clark was happy, she was happy for him. “Yeah, they’re pretty cool. Kind of goofy, but I guess whose parents aren’t, right?” Considering she spent so much time interviewing famous people, although Becca could be pretty withdrawn sometimes, she definitely didn’t struggle to converse with people easily. Len was a piece of cake in comparison to the fact that she was scheduled to interview Rage & Peace soon. “No, I’m sure they did. My dads like everyone, so if they don’t like you then it’s really obvious. We also would’ve heard all about it in the family newsletter. Which we didn’t, so you’re good.” She took another sip through her straw, shaking her head in response to Len’s question. “No, I just stopped by to see him. I got some pretty cool news at work today, I figured Clark would be interested. Do you know Paige and Reese McCarthy? Rage & Peace?” She paused. “Well, not know them, but know of them.”
VALENCIA MEEKS
Len wasn't totally sure how to respond to Becca. It wasn't as if she had said anything negative, but she had a strange feeling that there was something she wasn't saying, so she just shrugged and nodded. It wasn't her place to address anything that Clark's sister might be feeling. As the topic changed to parents, Len nodded again, her smile a bit sadder now. "Yeah, I guess. Mine totally were," She said softly, and then shook away the thought, "I mean, my parents now are too, I guess, but..." Len trailed off, this wasn't the direction she'd intended this conversation to go, and there was no reason to fall in so deep with her parents about her feelings during a light conversation. "Well, I'm glad to hear that then, that's a big relief. I obviously like him a lot, so I'd hate to think his parents -- your parents -- didn't approve of me or something." She nodded as the other girl continued, a big smile spreading on her face as she brought up the band, "I do! They're pretty good. What's the big news? If you don't mind me asking."
BECCA BERRY
“Your parents now?” Becca questioned, brow raising. Honestly, she didn’t know too much about Len, so she definitely didn’t know anything about her family. She was intrigued, though. She was obviously important to her brother, so she wanted to get to know her. It was kind of cute, the way Len seemed worried about their parents, and Becca couldn’t help her amused expression in response. “I’m sure they approve, don’t worry. If they ever tell me they don’t, I promise I’ll come right to you and tell you, okay?” She offered the other girl a reassuring smile, hoping to help ease her mind a bit. Becca had never really had a serious relationship, not to the point of meeting her partner’s parents, but she could imagine it was terrifying, and she knew the Berry’s were a lot. “Oh, I don’t mind at all. I’m a journalist, I work for Billboard. I’m interviewing them later on this week, so I’m pretty stoked.”
VALENCIA MEEKS
Clearing her throat at the question, Len paused for a second before speaking, she shouldn't have assumed that Clark would be sharing Len's past with anyone, so she should have realized that Becca wouldn't know what she meant. "My parents passed away when I was 6. Then I was adopted when I was 11. So most of the time when I talk about my parents, I mean my birth parents, and then my adoptive parents are my parents now. I should probably have a better way to differentiate them, I guess, but I've never really been very close with my adoptive parents, so generally I'm talking about my birth parents, I guess." She said, and then realized she'd probably over explained that quite a bit and blushed slightly, "Sorry, that was probably too much information." Her smile returned when Becca assured her about the Berry's, "Thanks, I appreciate that." Her eyes grew wide as Becca continued, on the list of awesome jobs Becca's definitely seemed to be close to the top, and Len was definitely a bit envious, in a good way. "That is insane. That's so cool! I can't even imagine getting to do something as awesome as that. What made you get into journalism?"
BECCA BERRY
Becca understood different family setups. She was raised by two men, she didn’t have a mother. Her little sister was the same. Their older brother was adopted. So, she got it, and offered Len a small smile as she explained her situation. “Got it. No, it’s fine,” she shook her head, wanting to reassure her. “I asked.” She paused, thinking for a moment. “Do you call them mom and dad to their faces? Your adoptive parents, I mean.” The thought of Clark not calling their fathers by their parental titles was weird, Becca couldn’t imagine any other adoptive parents being okay with it. Len was proving pretty easy to talk to, Becca found that she liked her already. Not that she would ever tell her brother who he could or couldn’t date — her sister’s boyfriend wasn’t exactly Becca’s man of choice, and she’d never tried to tell her not to be with him — but still, it was nice to know she was a good one. Her smile returned at the other girl’s enthusiasm. “Right? I get to interview some pretty cool people, but I listen to their music a lot, so I’m excited.” Len’s question, had she answered honestly, would’ve provoked a deep response. Becca chose not to get into that, and simply waved her hand. “Music, writing. I like both of them, so music journalism seemed like the right job for me.” She shrugged, wanting to change the topic. “What do you do?”
VALENCIA MEEKS
It was nice being able to talk to Becca like this. She was always worried about Clark’s family disliking her, after all, he was such a genuinely good person, and she certainly hadn’t always been. She wouldn’t have blamed anyone for thinking she wasn’t good enough for him, but Becca seemed to put her at ease a bit. “Oh, yeah. Of course I do. I mean they’re my parents, I don’t consider them to be any less of my parents. It’s just that when I think my parents my first thought is my birth parents. It’s strange. I love my adoptive parents, and they basically saved me from foster care, but it’s just always been hard for me because my parents were amazing. I always worry that if they’re watching over me or something that they’ll think I replaced them, or something.” She frowned, it had always been hard for her to explain the relationship she felt with her adoptive parents. “I was older when I met my parents now, and it took me a long time to learn to trust them, or to trust that they weren’t going to give me back or something. And then when I hit my teens I started acting out a lot, everything that happened when I was a kid got too hard to deal with and I guess I just kind of went off the rails. And then a few years ago some stuff happened that made me finally calm down. This is definitely more than you were asking about, but my point is just that there was a really big chunk of time where they just weren’t what I cared about, which was really selfish and I regret that a lot. We’ve started to finally build a better relationship now, but I carry a lot of guilt when it comes to them and what I put them through, because they didn’t have to adopt me and they didn’t have to keep trying to fight for me, but they did and I was just kind of terrible to them.” Len sighed, she didn’t know why she was telling Becca all of this, and shook her head. “I guess sometimes I feel like I don’t have the right to refer to them as my parents.”She was happy for the change of subject, back to something more exciting. “That is really cool. Will they let you take a picture with them you think?” She nodded as Becca explained and smiled, “It’s cool that you get to do something you enjoy, then. I work in a flower shop, I’m a personal assistant to the owner, and I’m also a bartender. I haven’t really figured out what I want to do with my life yet, I guess.”
BECCA BERRY
No, Becca really hadn’t been looking for all of that. But a large part of her job required her to listen to people talking about their lives, so she’d become a pretty good listener over the years. And it was evident that Len needed to talk, like she had a lot to get off her chest. Becca hung onto every word, nodding her head in understanding. “I get it,” she assured her. She couldn’t exactly relate, but it wasn’t like what Len was saying was crazy. She could see why it made her feel the way she did. “I don’t know your birth parents, but I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t think you were replacing them. I mean, if I put myself in your shoes, I know my dads wouldn’t expect me to close off to another family loving me, you know?” She shrugged, sure that her unsolicited advice wasn’t really doing much, but she at least wanted Len to feel heard. Hopefully she could talk to Clark about this stuff, too. Becca really didn’t want to talk about herself, not when Len evidently had so much going on, but she continued regardless, nodding her head. “Oh, definitely. I take pictures with most of the people I interview. It’s pretty cool.” She smiled genuinely. “Two jobs? Impressive. You still have time to figure things out, right? I mean, how old are you?” From the looks of things, they were around the same age, but she wasn’t trying to assume.
VALENCIA MEEKS
Len nodded at Becca, logically the things she said made sense, but her feelings weren’t really changed much by logic. She did appreciate it, though. “I’m sure you’re right.” She agreed, but hoped that they could move on from the subject, as she wasn’t generally one to really share much to begin with. “Who’s the coolest person you’ve had the chance to interview so far?” She asked, genuinely interested, and also hoping for a subject change. “Oh, of course. I’m about to be 25, so I definitely have time, I just wish I knew what I wanted, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out some day. For now I’m happy with the jobs I have. How old are you?”
BECCA BERRY
This wasn’t the kind of conversation Becca had expected them to get into, but she also didn’t mind being there to listen. She wasn’t going to push Len to talk about it further, though, and just offered her an encouraging smile in response. “The coolest…” She had to think for a moment. “I interviewed Fall Out Boy, that was pretty cool. I really love their music, so I fangirled a little about that. And before I exclusively did music journalism, I interviewed Reese and Paige’s older brother, you know Grant McCarthy? He actually became a really good friend.” Although she wasn’t doing exactly what she wanted, Becca knew she was lucky to be on the career path she was, so she felt for Len. “Right. Did you go to school for anything specific?” She questioned, hoping she wasn’t overstepping.
VALENCIA MEEKS
“Oh yeah, I know Grant, actually. I actually went on a few dates with him around the same time I met Clark.” She said with a laugh and then shrugged, “Now he’s actually engaged to my boss. I guess life can be weird like that sometimes. Robin and Grant are totally made for each other, and I’d really like to think Clark and I are, too.” She said and then blushed slightly, before shaking her head. “Fall Out Boy is awesome though, I’m so jealous.” Len sighed at her next question and shook her head, “No. I didn’t. 18 year old me was an asshole and staying in school sounded like the worst idea ever. I’d like to get a degree at some point, but school is so expensive, so maybe one day.” She said and then bit her lip. “What about you, are you single?”
BECCA BERRY
Becca raised a brow, though it was in interest, not judgment. “Small world, huh?” She commented, the idea that Len felt like she and her brother were made for one another drawing a smile to her lips. They were evidently happy, so Becca was happy for them. She may not have really understood the whole love thing, at least not for herself, but she was glad those closest to her had it, at least. “Oh, agreed. They were all really sweet, too. I think they’d be one of my dream collabs. If I was a singer, obviously. I feel like they’d be a lot of fun to work with.” Becca was about the least judgmental person around, so she got it, and just nodded her head in understanding. “You can do school at any point. I personally think eighteen is too young to have it all figured out anyway,” she shrugged, her nose wrinkling in response to the other girl’s question. “Oh yeah, very single. Which is fine. My boss is always like ‘aw, you’ll find someone’, but I’m not really looking. I think work’s more my thing right now.”
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You know what I hate
Posts that make it look like it's your inherent responsibility to reblog stuff
Yeah sure Tumblr fame is built on Reblogs but you're forgetting that I don't owe you anything, Random Internet Stranger. I Reblog when I want to Reblog, not when you try to guilt trip or brute force me into it. And I have no qualms in saying that there are multiple posts I've avoided Reblogging out of spite for this reason
Like. I think more people need to understand that when you put something out there on the internet
You don't "deserve" fame. You aren't "supposed" to get a certain amount of any kind of rating. You get it because people happened to see your shit, liked it, and maybe even wanted to show it to other people. What people do and din't want to put on their blogs is none of your business, plain and simple. You have no place in trying to boss them around because you didn't get what you think you're entitled to.
And before "Oh YoU jUsT dOn'T kNoW wHaT iT's LiKe FoR yOuR wOrK tO bE iGnOrEd" You see Deltarune OneShots getting 1000 Likes and Reblogs? You see me answering Asks and taking fanart Submissions 24/7? Do you see literally anyone bjt my mutuals actually invested in what I post unless I just happen to say the right things in front of the right audience?
No. But do I act like anyone is at fault for that? No. Because they aren't. Nobody is at fault for not wanting to press a button that makes a number go up by one on your post, and they shouldn't be made to think they are just because you're so selfishly butthurt about it.
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