#the sheer lack of reading comprehension lmao

[changetheprophecy81]

Remus: had been around for 12 years, didn't bother to check up on Harry even once

Sirius: had just escaped from azkaban to ensure Harry's safety, made it a point to pop into Privet Drive first to just get a glimpse of him

Fandom: SiRiUs wAs tOo rEcKlEsS, rEmuS wAs tHe OnLy gOod pArEnt hArrY hAd

[lovelyiida]

what if pro hero bkg is in a relationship with a reader and she later confesses to him that she is a villain and has been tasked with seducing him but she fell for him fr?? how would he react?

❥: when I go through my asks I always circle back and read this one. And whoever you are out there; I’m finally gonna do it lmao. I think I gave this ask a more poetic adaptation so it may not be the best when it comes to getting straight to the point so I apologize in advance :D

FEM READER X BAKUGO, SEMI-VULGAR LANG (mentions intimate body parts), NO PROOF READ!!

traitor, nymphoid, huntress, cold-hearted, ruthless, calculated.

that’s who you were, and you were never told you were anything else. You had a role within society; kill or be killed. And you decided to kill.

Seven months you’ve been killing, killing ever so slowly—ever so softly.

Kill him with a dagger, kill him with a gun, kill him within an injection. No, kill him with something unexpected…something beyond his own comprehension.

Kill him with love.

You knew he’d be easy to obtain, a young pro-hero experienced within every aspect of heroism. Except for his birth-given right; love.

But where you knew he lacked, you once flourished. A villain isn’t born, a villain is created by the villainy of society.

Sweetheart, caring, selfless, sensual, beautiful, smart…

These words that he called you; foreign to your own being sent shivers down your spine. With every word uttered a piece of you is reformed.

The way his eyes sparkle when his looks into yours. The way his smile grows as he hangs on to your every word. The way the slightest touches sends a spark through your every being.

The way your souls dance within every moment you’re together.

When was the last time you actually danced?

A hidden compassion? All behind closed doors. A connection no one else can see, no one else can know, no one else can understand. A connect you’re willing to give away your life for.

What about killing him? Yearning to end him? Yearning for revenge? Yearning for victory?

Why do you feel so foreign? Why do you yearn to give the deepest parts of your soul to him?

Do you even believe if you showed the real you to him; he would give you his soul in return?

Your souls cannot dance any longer, so why do you yearn for them to merge?

Why do you yearn for him?

Tears, regret, shame, anger, heartbreak…

“So what? What we had wasn’t real?” The young hero looks at you. Eyes glossed in anger as he pried answers from you.

“It was everything I thought it would be” you said, eyes dull; emotionless. You watch as the blonde shifts back into the metal seat. A heartbroken scowl trying not to emerge in front of you, he won’t give you that satisfaction.

“But, it was nothing I could’ve prepared myself for.”

You sat before him, dirty, wounded, defeated, and uncovered. The league of villains were unsuccessful with a certain phase of the plan, and decided to throw you under the bus.

They knew you were the easiest to dispose of, the most weak-minded, the most-likely to break.

Taking a deep breath, you try to look into his eyes but you cower at the sheer thought of an attempt. “Bakugo, what we had didn’t matter to me, you were just a quota with a dick.”

Looking up at him, with a shit-eating grin you pose your best poker face. The blonde was reationless. Slowly standing up; his movements were calculated.

Turning off the camera with ease, he stands and looks into your eyes. A face of disappointment and longing.

“Dispatch—videotape 009 clear” Bakugo shouts out to the air. An “All clear,” sounded off with a loud buzz.

Looking down, you jolt as the iron cuffs slipped from your wrists. The hero then grabs you with force and leads you out the door.

Leading you underground, he then throws you into your cell with force. Huffing out a groan in pain you scurry to the bars.

Eyes filled with tears and lip quivering, you look into his eyes. “Katsuki—“

“Katsuki? You have no right” he scoffed, turning his back to you he begins to walk away.

Frantic, you yell out his name once more. “Katsuki, I love you! I mean that!” You cried. Stopping in his tracks, he turns to look at you once more.

Eyes cold, calculated, evil.

“I gave you a chance in there to prove yourself and you didn’t, y/n.”

“You’re dead to me.”

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[abla-soso]

I just stumbled upon this gem, lmao:

A LOV stan calling me ~deranged~  (because I dared to like Endeavor’s character and hated being called an abuse apologist for liking how he’s written? who knows?)

@transhawks

Keep my name out of your stupid tags, sweetheart. I was having a civil discussion with someone else, not with your dumbass. Tumblr is a public site, not a private yahoo group for your and your LOV buddies. 

If anyone’s deranged, sweetie, it’s you and the rest of your delusional LOV buddies who call fans of a fictional character “abuse apologists” and still insist on deliberately misinterpreting a simple Shonen manga for kids and then have honest to god real mental breakdowns when your headcanons shatter. And now you’re having a ~real rough time~ because Horikoshi dared to write your ~comfort character~ in a way you don’t approve of. Fucking LOL. Grow the fuck up, you pathetic whiner. 

What cracks me up more is that I only had civil, calm interactions with this idiot before they decided to block me and call me “deranged” behind my back (like any typical petty, pathetic person would). Guess she saw me pointing out the obvious flaws in her buddies’ hilariously bad ~metas~ and got really butthurt, lmao. Die mad about it.

P.S: LOV stans who are also Hawks “stans” write the worst metas EVER. If you guys want to have a good laugh; check them out. The sheer delusion, cognitive dissonance, and lack of reading comprehension in these metas is peak comedy.

[kaleidoscopic-quiddity]

it’s the way i’ve seen endeavor stans say can ppl give him a break bc “he never physically abused touya and had a good relationship with rei” as if he didn’t abuse shouto???? AND REI???? to the point where she couldn’t even look at him. and touya not suffering physical abuse does not mean he didn’t suffer mental abuse and neglect like his other siblings which ding ding ding is still abuse ! also them saying dabi stans blame everything endeavor idk maybe bc it’s his fault ???? like it’s not his fault he chose to become a villain and kill ppl but how he got to this point is

lmao precisely, like yah killing innocent ppl is bad obviously but dabi wouldnt;’ve felt compelled to make that choice had he not been abused his entire life, and honestly i had no idea ppl were claiming that touya wasn’t physically abused, but that’s fucking dumb, sure ‘’’’training’’’’’ may be different from straight up beating a child but that doesn’t make it normal or okay, touya clearly smiling because he got some minor fucking acknowledgement after forcing himself to use a quirk that burned him to his father’s satisfaction proves jack shit about endeavor ‘being a good dad’, a child basing his self-woth around whether or not they can impress a parent, let alone be ‘useful’ to them is a hugeass red flag 

and the idea that he ‘had a good relationship with rei’ when he literally traumatized her to the point where she couldn’t distinguish shouto from him and lashed out with boiling water in pure fear would actually be laughable if it weren’t so fucking infuriating, but no, i’m supposed to believe he was good to her because he remembered her favourite flowers (flowers that tbh i think dabi got, so that he could confirm which room was hers), the sheer lack of reading comprehension in the bnha dear lord 

[elsaclack]

build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung

the cece/schmidt pregnancy reveal on new girl still stands as one of my favorite pregnancy reveals of all time so naturally i’m borrowing it in order to jump onto the whole pregnancy reveal bandwagon rolling through ao3 right now lmao

either way this is @the-pontiac-bandit‘s fault

read it on ao3

In truth, when Jake made the decision to answer Charles’ incoming phone call an hour earlier, he hand’t really expected much. Maybe a live update of something cute Nikolaj was doing, maybe commentary on whatever inedible animal part he was forcing himself to eat at the time, maybe another Cats-related pun. He expected something ordinary.

(Ordinary by Charles standards, at least.)

Which is to say, he hadn’t expected his knees to go weak, or the blood to drain from his face, or an inescapable tidal wave of pure joy to flood each microscopic facet of his existence. He hadn’t expected the sky to open up, or the angels to sing, or for the whole entire world as he knows it to completely shift on its axis.

He hadn’t expected to find himself in the midst of his apartment-turned-veritable-flower shop because no single bouquet is adequate enough to express the sheer maelstrom of emotions quaking and seizing in his gut.

Amy’s on her way home now - that’s what her last text announced twenty minutes ago - and Jake’s breathless and antsy with the anticipation. The thick plastic wrapped around the two bouquets he’s holding feels stiff and crinkles loudly with each minute movement in the muscles of his hands, and his heart is beating so fast he’s starting to feel a bit faint, but he can’t quite hide the dumbfoundedness he knows is making his face go all dopey and soft. Even now, when it feels like he’s about to blast off through the ceiling right into the apartment above theirs.

How can he, knowing that nine months from this moment he’s going to be a papa?

He knows it’s exceedingly rare for anyone other than the mother to find out about the pregnancy first, but thanks to Gina’s nosiness and Genevieve’s general lack of comprehension when it comes to basic human boundaries, Amy’s weeks-old pregnancy is now common knowledge to everyone but Amy. It seems the entire precinct knows - both that Amy’s pregnant, and that she somehow doesn’t know about it yet.

She doesn’t know that she’s pregnant. That she’s going to have a baby. That right this second, her body is hard at work creating a whole new person. A person who he hopes will have her smarts, her determination and will to succeed, her soft and pretty hair and her megawatt smile -

There’s a key sliding into the lock on the front door.

Heart in his throat, fingers trembling where they curl around the flower stems, he bounces on the balls of his feet to burn through the sudden rush of adrenaline flooding his veins. It seems to take her an eternity to get the front door unlocked; he’s on the verge of screaming just to make room between his ribs for all the anticipation and excitement. He very nearly blurts it when he hears the door swing open, but he manages to keep his lips clamped shut before he ruins the surprise. “Hey, babe, I’m home,” she calls as she edges inside - her back to him. She hasn’t seen him or the flowers yet. She’s got a box in her hands and she’s hefting it toward a side table where their keybowl lives alongside a decorative candle, and she hasn’t seen him or the flowers yet. She gets the box hauled up to the table and makes a sound, like she’s winded, like she’s exerted a significant amount of effort in carrying that box all the way here from where she parked out on the street, and though there’s a warning light flashing like mad at the thought of his pregnant wife who is pregnant lifting heavy things, he can’t quite choke the words out. Because she still hasn’t seen him or the flowers yet and she still doesn’t know she’s pregnant.

She turns a split-second before he topples over the edge of losing his mind, and as a purely bewildered expression flickers to life in her eyes, he nearly buries his face in the flowers to muffle a high-pitched giggle.

“What’s, uh...” she trails, gaze darting over the forest of flowers covering nearly every square inch of elevated flat surfaces in their living room, before landing on his face, framed between the two unvased bouquets in danger of slipping from his numb fingers. The bewilderment is still very much present but it’s tinged now with amusement, and his heart is soaring because she’s his wife and he loves her more than anything and she knows he’s up to something but she has no idea, no idea that he’s about to change her entire life. “What’s happening?”

He knows his whole face is in danger of splitting clean in half from how broad and, frankly, painful his grin is, and when he tries to speak he has to really concentrate on forming words and not just throwing the flowers to the ground to sweep her up in a (gentle) bear hug right then and there. “I - I’m pregnant,” he hears himself say.

“What?” she laughs, bewilderment and amusement seeming to intensify, and she’s the most beautiful human being he’s ever seen in his life.

“I mean - you’re pregnant. We’re pregnant.”

Her face falls slack with shock - and something else he just doesn’t have the wherewithal to decipher in that moment - at once.

“Your doctor called you,” he explains as he lowers the flowers to the dining room table between them, watching emotions flash through her eyes faster than the speed of light, “and Gina picked up. And then she called again and Charles picked up, and Charles told me. There was a lot going on.” He steps closer, watching the way her eyes glass over and her entire torso begins to shake with the same tsunami of pure joy still thrumming in the space around his heart. “But - we’re having a baby, Ames.”

Her hands are shaking when they rise to cover the truly blinding grin that has begun to blossom across her face, and the tears are spilling freely down her cheeks, and she’s glowing. So he keeps his slow approach going steadily, and she turns with him as he moves around the table, neither of them able or willing to tear their respective gazes from the other’s face.

“I wanted to - to get you flowers,” he gestures to his left, her right, but her eyes don’t follow the move, “but I couldn’t just pick one. I mean - this is - and I’m so -”

She lowers her hands once he’s within arm’s reach, and he holds his breath. “We’re having a baby?” she breathes, like she can’t believe it, like he’s given her the whole world all at once in the palm of his hand.

(And in a way, he has, he supposes - at this point in development he’s pretty sure their child could easily fit in the palm of Amy’s hand.)

“We’re having a baby,” he confirms softly, and her tears are renewed. She reaches for his hands and he goes to her willingly, letting her pull him in until their foreheads are touching and their huffing breaths made uneven with joyful laughter mingle in the space between their chests. He pulls one hand from her grasp to anchor the back of her neck when he briefly tilts his head up to kiss her forehead, but otherwise remains still with her, content to live in this bubble for as long as the world around them will allow.

“I can’t believe it’s really happening,” she whispers, and oh, oh, his heart is flipping inside his chest. Just a few short years ago he lived every day of his life longing, aching for the woman who worked just a few feet away, and now she’s a sergeant and his wife and the future mother of his child -

“I know,” he all but chokes, the emotions rising to new and impossible heights inside his chest to constrict his throat.

She pulls away first and when his eyes flutter open, she’s looking up at him, ablaze with wonder, with jubilation, with unheeded and untethered love leveled directly at him. “We’re having a baby,” she murmurs, and he’s crying again, the way he did on the manic drive from the precinct to the florist upon hanging up with Charles. There are a thousand things he wants to do - not the least of which is to literally jump up and down and squeal - but right now, in this moment, it feels like the most natural thing in the world to lean forward and kiss her.

It’s delicate and chaste, but he feels it all the way down in his toes. Frenetic energy still prickles beneath his skin but he reaches up to cup her face gently, smoothly, thumbs brushing over the wetness on her cheeks before he slowly pulls away.

“I love you so much,” Amy whispers, her breath on his lips, and with his eyes still closed it’s so easy to travel back to their wedding a year earlier when this exact moment first happened beneath the arch. She’d whispered the same thing then, for only him to hear over the sounds of celebration from their audience; his heart did the same triple backflip then as it does here and now.

“I love you so much, too,” he murmurs back, before melting into her once again.

She pulls away abruptly just a short moment later, and a new kind of fire is burning in her eyes. “We have so much planning to do!”

(The Baby Binder winds up being even thicker and more intimidating than the Wedding Binder; years later, it winds up being their daughter’s favorite bedtime story on the shelf.)

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

Sorry I have to ask: do you have selective vision? 280+ notes between the original video post and your post with the source, ALL about Brian, and you complain about the one singular person daring to focus more on Roger's reply? Are you alright, hun?

Wow, the sheer bitterness and lack of reading comprehension here is so funny. Did you not see me say I was talking about the fandom in general? Did you not see the other posts on my blog today which contributed to the trend I was discussing? You also don't have access to my notifications to see the notes I get on my posts, new and old, every day lmao. I don't even know what post with over 200 notes you're talking about because this wasn't inspired by one post. I don't know why you're so pressed but you're taking my post much more seriously than I am, baby girl.

[ladyennefers]

i am constantly astounded by the sheer fucking lack of reading comprehension people on this hellsite actually possess. maybe take an extra five seconds to read and understand what’s really being said before throwing your toys on the floor lmao