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mitsies · 1 year

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he doesn't remember your name.

jaws snap shut around empty syllables, searching for something memory can't conjure. looking. hungry for the missing piece. but he doesn't know.

he remembers your face, hot and puffy with youth and indignation when he poked fun at you, and burning with life left to live. he remembers your voice and how it sounded when you called for him, or chided him. he remembers your mannerisms, the way your fingers thrummed against your desk, the way your fighting was flighty as if you were barely bound to this plane of existence. he remembers the smell of your blood and how it lingered long after you were gone. he remembers the way you looked at him.

most people observe him with reverence. unabashed, clear reverence. like he’s some god because to them, he very well may be. to them, gojo satoru is the highlight of their lives, the silver lining.

you, however, did none of that. when you'd first arrived on the campus of tokyo's very own jujutsu high, you'd looked.. unimpressed.

gojo had taken offense to that one. you, a new 1st-year student, not acknowledging your own teacher's prowess? how blasphemous. how rude. had anyone taught you manners?

and this offense was made even worse by the fact that you were his very first student. this year marked not only your arrival at the school but his debut as a teacher. you were the only student in your class- numbers of sorcerers were running low, so low. he didn't like that you'd be all alone but for that greeting maybe you deserved it.

how many years ago was it, now? when he'd shown you to your dorm room and you'd slammed the door in his face? okay, maybe that action was warranted- he was a little too excited to meet his very first student, ever. enthusiastic in a way that came off as deranged, maybe even a little insane. you looked at him like he was crazy. he remembers that, too.

you usually slept through lessons. he'd pretend to not notice. you pretended like you didn't get hurt on missions, too stubborn to see shoko. he'd act like he didn't see right through you and would opt to slip you some bandages on the ride home. and you used to act like you hated him. he played along.

(a name comes to mind, but he knows it's not yours. twin black plaits, sharp teeth in a bristling, boisterous grin. a little girl. she is not you but both of your stories end the same.)

gojo remembers your death better than your life. dying was a matter of fact- you knew, he knew. it was bound to happen. he just didn't think it would be so soon. it was almost the end of your 1st year and he was looking into promoting you up a level, too, when he was called down to the morgue.

copper. metal wire. pennies. the smell hit him before reality. a body, smaller in death, lies covered by a white sheet. he hears your voice, scolding him for being embarrassing in public. he hears you but it's just in his head.

you were his first student. you hadn't even graduated.

gojo satoru is no stranger to the cruelties of the world. he's not, truly. he has seen his friends come and go. he has seen lives flicker out like flames of candles, gone just like that. he thought, foolishly, that you'd be safe. that he could protect you. (like the girl with twin plaits. like the boy who stood beside him.)

the world should've been kinder. he should've been better. you, lying motionless on the metal table, have done nothing wrong, nothing to deserve this. (his first student. not his last, never his last. there will be more after you, more bodies to the morgue, more lambs to the slaughter. is this his fault?)

he remembers a day in july. summer heat was beating down on you as you staggered out of a dilapidated apartment complex. gojo was waiting, slouched against the door, arms crossed. he beamed when you exit. "how'd it go?"

you were panting, leaning against the brick wall, hand clutching your chest. your hair is disheveled and he practically heard the thud of your heart. but there is not a single scratch on you and a burst of pride warmed him.

"there was no way that was a second-grade curse," you gasped out. he handed you a water bottle and you went to take a sip, only to find it's empty. you glared at him and throw it against his head, where it clanged off his infinity uselessly.

"you're right, very astute observation from my favourite student!"

your eyes bulged out of your head as he continued, "it was a first grade! look at you go, hotshot!"

you were too tired at the moment but he's certain that given the opportunity, you'd have tried your hardest to strangle him. and you had promised, "i'm gonna kill you one day, gojo."

he ignores how you avoid any formalities- it's not like he cares. he ruffled your hair (not twin plaits, not two braids, not her, just you) and walked ahead. "you can wait! as a treat, let's go get dinner. i'll pay."

you had jogged to catch up to his long strides, purposefully slamming into his side as some sort of final act of vengeance. he's sure you expected to hit his infinity, but you stumbled against the fabric of his clothes, the cold touch of his arm. you blinked. he grinned. you were family. you were a younger sibling. as was the bond between a man too young to be a teacher and a child too young to be a soldier. he sees you in his memory, trying hard to not let a twin smile sneak across your face. you failed.

gojo wishes he could see your smile again. you were so young, too young. you were a child. innocent. and innocence deserves to thrive. he remembers your ice cream order. he remembers your laugh. he remembers your handwriting. he remembers you. but he doesn't recall your name.

he sits, now, watching the new first years. he thinks you'd have gotten along with them. (megumi especially. the both of you shared a mutual hatred for him, it seemed. gojo shudders. maybe it's a good thing he didn't have to deal with that.) how old would you be, now? maybe in your early twenties or late teen years. he wishes you got to grow old.

"what're you thinking about?" the smell of smoke. lavender, lilac, blood. it's shoko. she sits down on the bench next to him, following his gaze as one leg crosses over the other. yuuji and nobara scream in the distance. megumi looks like he wants to die. gojo smiles.

"nothing much."

wind blows, hitting his face. his head tips up as if to look at the sky through his blindfold, the one he'd switched to when you'd told him his glasses were ugly and tacky and out of style. he'd taken that one to heart. shoko sighs. "you always have to be cryptic and mysterious, don't you?"

"sure do." he allows calm to take him. he allows the travesty of his heart, your ache, your pain, to replay in his mind over and over. he allows the face without a name to scream out to him, to call for him, to lament, to grieve. in the distance, he hears the first-years laugh. he thinks that he will do anything to protect them, in the ways he failed to protect you.

gojo satoru was no god, especially not when he met you. but now, he will try to be. now, he has to be.

he can't remember your name.

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thelingodingo · 15 days

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Haikyuu Characters' Informal & Formal Speech

Something I find interesting about different languages and cultures regarding sociolinguistics is the entire idea of formality. Of course, there are ways to sound more formal/polite in English and ways to sound more informal/rude depending on word choice (synonyms). But with a language such as Japanese, it's the grammatical structure itself (verb endings, vocab) that changes to convey varying levels of formality.

An example would be:

大丈夫? (informal) vs 大丈夫ですか？(formal) = Are you ok?

daijoubu vs daijoubudesuka

これは本だ (informal) vs これは本です (formal) = This is a book.

korewahonda vs korewahondesu

In a school setting, the younger grades (kohai) will use formal speech with the older grades (senpai) as well as teachers: meaning 1st years will be formal to 2nd and 3rd years, 2nd years will be informal to 1st years but formal to 3rd years, and 3rd years can be informal to both 1st and 2nd years.

This is easily shown in basically any anime but this post will focus on Haikyuu since it's the one I'm most familiar with.

Karasuno: Kageyama and Tsukishima definitely hold a very high level of politeness towards their senpai as they always speak formally towards them and also always call them "full surname-san" (Azumane-san instead of Asahi-san, Sugawara-san instead of Suga-san, Sawamura-san instead of Daichi-san, Nishinoya-san instead of Noya-san). It makes sense for them since in general their personalities are quite strict and rigid. Hinata also speaks formally to his senpai but calls them by their more usual names (Daichi-san, Suga-san, etc) and he tends to forget to speak formally out of sheer excitement (not because he's trying to be rude) so he ends up adding on the formal desu copula to quickly change his informal sentence to be formal at the last second. You might think that Tanaka and Nishinoya are pretty relaxed when it comes to formalities due to their crasser personalities but I would actually say it's more the opposite. They're both characters that really like upholding the entire senpai-kohai relationship and it shows in that they are always respectful to the 3rd years and use formal speech (it's also shown in how they both loveee being called senpai and specifically Nishinoya's relationship with Asahi). They still call the 3rd years by their more common names so they aren't as rigid as Tsukki and Kageyama when it comes to names though. The scenes in season 1 when Noya and Asahi were fighting (specifically the storage room fight) were surprising in particular due to Noya changing to informal speech while arguing with Asahi (his senpai).

some other random formalities I've noticed in the other characters: as mentioned in the anime, Kenma doesn't like any of that hierarchy stuff which is why Hinata is able to continue comfortably speaking informally to him even though Kenma is a senpai. The shock and immediate apology of Hinata when he finds out Kenma is older than him is sensible in the cultural context since there are many people who would get quite offended and angry if a kohai were to be speaking informally towards them. Although Kenma is never shown directly talking to any 3rd years (other than Kuroo, which he speaks informally to since they're childhood friends), I assume he would still speak formally since even though he doesn't find formal speech necessary he would still be aware that others would care about it. When it comes to Mad Dog, a small part of me expected him to be completely informal to everyone since those kind of characters are usually like that in anime but he still keeps a pretty formal tone when talking to his senpais which pleasantly surprised me. As far as I remember watching season 4, I don't think the Miya twins use formal speech when talking to Aran. They don't call him Aran-san or anything either, just Aran-kun, which could be another example of childhood friends not needing formalities even with the age gap.

EDIT: i just remembered that Kageyama is so damn polite that he doesn't even differentiate between the Miya twins by their first names, he calls them both "Miya-san"!

If anybody wants a particular character/school to be discussed in detail then just send me an ask and I'll try!

side note: this post isn't proofread so if theres any mistakes or corrections in the info please tell me (✿◠‿◠)

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nyaagolor · 1 year

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Team Star Headcanons

This got dummy long so it's under the cut but I am rotating them all in my brain

Giacomo

Despite having the most stereotypical "delinquent" appearance of all the members, Giacomo is actually the closest thing to a model student that Team Star has. He's extremely organized, motivated, and actually pretty staunchly against breaking the rules unless he has to, so he's a straight A student and has never missed a class

However, he still has a little bit of apprehension about appearing to be like the uptight student council president he used to be, so he purposefully does things to make people think he's more of a slacker than he actually is. He turns in assignments after the deadline and shows up to class late so the teachers don't start getting expectations of him, but they quickly realize he's doing it on purpose when all assignments are turned in exactly 24 hours late and he shows up exactly 5 minutes after the bell with obvious consistency

He was student council president during much of the bullying of Team Star, and still beats himself up about not noticing it sooner or putting a stop to it until the consequences were right in front of him

He was and is the most uptight member of Team Star despite his seemingly relaxed demeanor. He's prone to over-planning, panicking when plans don't work out, and overall is pretty bad at improvising. He's far more high-strung than he lets on. Team Star has done a lot to mellow him out and give him the freedom to express himself, screw up without consequence, and just chill for a few. He's much happier now without the pressure

He loves bass-boosted, ear-splitting music and flashing DJ lights, but is also aware that many people have issues with those (including his buddy Atticus). Bc of that he always has a grunt check with any new members or would-be foes to make sure they don't have overstimulation or photosensitivity issues. Someone getting hurt during a rave would, in his words, "kill the vibe"

He's trying SO HARD to be lofi girl

Mela

She's naturally very cute: she has strawberry blond hair, wide blue eyes, freckles, a dainty stature, a high-pitched voice, and isn't very good at most school subjects. It makes her instantly endearing to basically everyone who meets her, but it also means many people find her annoying / frustrating off the bat and/or don't take her seriously, which really bothered her and lead to her very carefully curated Bad Girl appearance

Mela is very easily frustrated and has a hair trigger temper, which her bullies often used to antagonize her. They purposefully riled her up and caused her to lash out, so Mela gained a reputation as a troublemaker from the teachers. This caused her to fall further behind in school and exacerbated the previous issues

To get people to leave her alone, Mela created a very curated, if inauthentic, "bad girl" persona where she made herself look and act immediately aggressive and rude to everyone. If she didn't let anyone know anything about her, they couldn't find things to set her off anymore, and she'd avoid all the bullying. It did actually work, and people left her alone, but she ended up becoming so feared that she had no friends and no one wanted to be around her. She ended up hanging out with all the academy pokemon instead and developing a close bond with each of them.

Even after she comes back to the Academy she struggles the most out of all the students to fit back into things-- she comes across as a "problem child" which gives the teachers expectations that eventually become a self-fulfilling prophecy. It's only after a long, heated discussion with Clavell that they can start to work past her snippy exterior and get to the heart of the matter. When the teachers give her more patience and extra help, however, they grow to realize she actually does care about learning and is quite sweet

She loves making art. She is also not very good at making art. At the start, she's pretty defensive about it, but is shocked to find the students in art club are extremely welcoming and compliment her work, which makes her beyond happy and extremely motivated to keep trying. Those art club members end up becoming her first non-team-star friends in a long time, and she always brings them out to the courtyard so that her pokemon friends can pose and model for them to draw

She gets really really red when she's embarrassed. Her old, derogatory nickname was "the red-hot girl" because of her temper, but Team Star only ever uses it to joke about how she flushes now

Atticus

Low-hanging fruit here but this man has autism. He cannot read the mood of a room to save his life, and has been known to make extended, sometimes uncomfortable eye contact with whoever he happens to be talking to. He once infodumped to Giacomo about Phoenician Purple for three hours

His speech patterns are partially because of his extreme interest in history and partially because he finds older prose to be more precise in meaning than modern day slang. He is very clear about saying exactly what he means and being extremely specific, so he finds modern day slang with all its double meanings to be hard to follow and hard to articulate his thoughts with. Older prose has these same issues, but no one tell him that

He struggles to pay attention to things unless his hands are busy. Teachers often wondered if he was paying attention in class while sketching designs or sewing things, but it actually helps him focus better

His three greatest skills are his fashion design, his flexibility, and his skill as a nail artist. He can make you the most dazzling star of the school prom and then do a standing backflip when he's done

Atticus cares very little about social conventions or expectations. It worries people like Penny, who fears it makes him a target for bullying because he is so outwardly strange, but it's honestly fine by him. Despite receiving some pretty horrible treatment at the hands of his bullies in the past, he's bothered very little by it, and cares even less about what people think of him now. He has good friends all around him, so if people think he's weird that's on them; he's gonna keep doing what he wants whether or not it gives him a reputation

Atticus is easily the most mentally stable of anyone in the group. Nothing bothers this man whatsoever; he is thriving and in his lane. Despite this, however, he is never asked for advice because he only gives it in Shakespearean riddles

Ortega

He is an exceptional mechanic, and with the help of Atticus has actually made far more impressive vehicles than even the Starmobiles. His pride and joy is a pastel pink bedazzled motorcycle with a sidecar for his Dacsbund. He can't actually drive it because he's 12 and doesn't have a license, but still

All his mechanic tools are covered in rhinestones and his jumpsuit is pastel pink. He is also a straight, cis man, he just personally beat gender roles unconscious with his gold-encrusted staff. He would have kicked it too, but that would ruin his dress shoes and he's too classy for that

He's sassy and snarky, but it's not a defense mechanism like Mela or a consequence of social isolation like Penny, he's just kind of a brat. Team Star has done a lot to humble him and get him to understand the ~value of friendship~ but he was and still kind of is a spoiled little demon

In terms of raw intelligence, Ortega might be the smartest person in Team Star. He's skipped a few grades, excels at basically everything he sets his mind to, and couples it with pretty high emotional intelligence too. If anyone needs help with homework and is willing to swallow their pride enough to ask, he'll easily be able to help

Ortega has excellent dexterity, which makes him a fantastic piano player and quite good at working with very fine machinery. He also got really into baton twirling at one point because he thought it looked cool, so he can do lots of really neat tricks with his staff and pens and whatnot. He loves to bask in the attention that the grunts give him whenever he shows off (which is often. He LOVES showing off)

He has no patience for anything whatsoever. Eri has to hold him back like a rabid chihuahua every time they go somewhere because he is very used to being waited on constantly. Rich boy rehabilitation

Eri

Every one and their mother hcs this but [points at Carmen] Lesbians. Carmen and Eri are genuinely THE power couple; they’re both smart and gorgeous and well-liked by everyone. Carmen is still shocked Eri didn’t snap her like a toothpick bc it would have been deserved but Eri is just that nice. Stop bullies by kissing them so good they realize they like girls

Everyone else in team star stays up until ungodly hours for assorted reasons but Eri is up at like 5 so she can work out for two hours before class. She’s a little disappointed no one wants to join in her workouts but that’s ok! They need their rest. The benefit of Eri’s workouts is that she can carry a team star member on each arm like one of those muscle dudes on the beach, and she does, bc it’s cool

She’s a luchadora! She plays a heel named La Princesa in Paldean wrestling tournaments but it’s an open secret that she’s super sweet out of the ring and always treats her opponents to ice cream afterwards. Genuine treat to be suplexed by her. Despite being able to, she would NEVER hurt someone for real

Atticus had to tailor her outfits bc they didn’t fit. She’s like 6’, curvy, and built like a tractor trailer, so she cannot wear unisex shirts without ripping the damn sleeves off. She’s very kyaa about it. Very >o< about it

Cries during kid’s movies. And ASPCA commercials. And most things actually. The power of friendship does and has moved her to tears. She is mesmerized by the beauty of the world

She gives the best hugs

Penny

Another popular hc but (gestures vaguely at Penny's everything) transfemme. She has the dysphoria hoodie, the six cats, the cybercrime, the depression nest, whatever is going on with her hair, etc. She got sent to "study abroad" and went on HRT I will stand by this until the end of time. She washes down her progesterone with monster energy. Gamer girl. I bet she even plays Bloodborne

Has severe social anxiety / trauma that stemmed from the bullying and just got significantly worse over time. She orders all her groceries online and has them delivered, so she never has to leave her room and does most of her stuff remotely. If / when she does go outside, it's always at weird hours so she doesn't run into anyone. The mere prospect of going into the cafeteria around lunchtime is mortifying to her. wayyyyy too many people. Her anxiety is significantly worse in the academy, and she's able to function better outside of it

She has support systems for days. Aside from her new friends Nemona / Arven / the protag, she has Team Star, Clavell, an actual therapist, a xanax prescription, and six emotional support veevees. Team Star especially does a lot to help reintroduce her to classes and get over the worst of her anxiety so she can go back to school-- and it works! She becomes much more open, less stressed, and happier postgame as she and her friends help each other out

Penny's dad is super supportive but also super embarrassing about it. He is the ultimate trans rights guy but also wears neon rainbow shirts that say "ALLY" in big letters. Penny kept the worst of the bullying a secret from him because there is zero doubt in my mind he would just roll up to the bullies' houses and beat the crap out of them. He WILL throw hands with a 13 year old if they upset his little girl and he is not afraid to admit that. I'm hyping up this man so bad

Penny is an only child (or younger sibling if u hc Peony to be her dad) but has so, SO many cousins who are constantly doting on her. She is quick to try and retreat to her room during reunions and whatnot because she's easily overwhelmed by the attention, but it all gets better postgame. She ends up dragging Arven to her house for the holidays because he doesn't have a proper family and the cousins are completely enamored with him. He's polite, he's happy to help with the cooking, he has a cute dog... Penny's family is absolutely delighted she has such a good friend and Arven is more than happy to soak up all that familial attention. It's a good exchange

She is an insanely picky eater. Arven is taking this as a challenge, and is always trying to make new sandwiches that she likes. Seeing as Nemona and the protagonist would probably eat salami off the floor if given the opportunity, getting a good review from Penny in particular always boosts his ego. He's also made it his mission to sneak in new ingredients in the hopes of expanding her absolutely atrocious palette. It's not going well, but damn if he isn't trying

#pokemon sv #penny #giacomo #mela #atticus #ortega #eri #team star #headcanons

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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AITA for repeatedly losing my temper at my kinda-friend? I (17F) have anger issues and I'm working on mitigating it, however, losing my temper always involves yelling and insulting people. Usually I think this is bad and apologize profusely when I lose control.

However, this kinda-friend (16F) who I'll call E, has absolutely no respect for other people's personal belongings, space, or time. She always grabs and plays with my things during class, or our mutual friend's items (16F), and as all three of us are artists, we carry around pretty expensive equipment. (Think Micron ink pens, Winsor & Newton paint, Derwent pencils, etc., just as reference. Thankfully no Copics lmao.)

The mutual friend will be referred to as J.

So, E has been told by both of us to stop taking our art supplies and playing with it, to the point where I'll yell sometimes, and she absolutely refuses to listen to us. She'll claim that she's forgotten what we've told her and put down the item just for her to pick it up again five seconds later. The problem is that she sometimes breaks these items or injures us - she'll play with my x-acto blade and cut me, or break J's graphite pencils, or push my watercolor palette off the desk. I've really tried to be patient about it, but it's proving to be difficult.

J is quite soft spoken, so I end up doing most of the reprimanding. E also brings up inappropriate topics that make J and I uncomfortable, as well as disturbing us when we're busy and then sulking when she doesn't get our immediate attention - once I told her three times to let me do my classwork before snapping, and E cried. She never does anything in school and hates all of our teachers, so she's pretty rude to them. All my work gets copied by her. She really annoys me, but I do feel terrible that I seem to lose control so often around E, since no one deserves to be yelled at.

However, this all came to a peak today when R (16M) and I won prizes for winning a mini-game and asking an interesting question during a seminar at school respectively; the gift was a black notebook that I didn't even like, which is an important tidbit to keep in mind. R left his gift still wrapped in his bag when he left the classroom for break time, so it was just J, E, and myself in there. Upon seeing what I had unwrapped, E went to R's bag and opened it - since all four of us are friends, we thought E was just being "jokingly" invasive as usual and were on alert, but didn't stop her.

J asked what she was doing and E said she was grabbing the gift out of R's bag. This caught my attention, so I asked why she was doing that. E told us that she wanted the book, and when J reminded her that the gift was, in fact, not hers, E said (and I wish I was kidding because this is replaying in my head in 4K HD right now like oh my god pls) "I know. It should be mine." Had she asked for my notebook, I would've given it up happily. I've got too many empty sketchbooks and notebooks at home.

I immediately stood up, but allowed J to handle the situation because I didn't trust myself not to react violently. J eventually lost her temper too and that's when I jumped in and started my yelling routine. I always feel bad whenever I do this, because it's not something I enjoy, but in this particular situation I just can't muster up the guilt? E is extremely irritating, but she tells us she has a horrible home life, so I try to be understanding. Except this was just completely intolerable. R even said that he'd predicted this would happen and to just give her the damn notebook - I vetoed that so we wouldn't enable E.

I really don't know if my reaction was overblown because I shouted a lot and said things like "you were given a brain - use it" and "you're a terrible person with no morals". It's ridiculous to say all that because it's (at the end of the day) high school drama, but I really can't understand why she acted that way. I don't know if I'm in the wrong in this situation. I wish she would listen when we tell her nicely not to do something, but even when I was blowing up at her, she was just smiling as if it was a joke. Should I apologize? I've apologized before when I lost my temper, but I have completely lost all will to be civil with her after this. The teachers are tired too - when she disappears from class or talks back, they just let her be. We can't really go to them because she'll feel betrayed and then get mad at us, which is a whole ordeal, because she's known to destroy and sabotage other people's items because of a grudge.

This is really lengthy. I apologize. I just feel terrible about the situation because I don't feel any guilt for my anger like I probably should. So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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cvpitvno · 1 year

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PRINCE CHARMING (part one)

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𖤐 — fem!pronouns, soulmate au, angst no comfort (in this part at least), popular!ateez, nerd!reader, one line mentioning suicide, yeosang is horrible in this

soulmates were a well-known yet foreign concept to many people.

it was plastered all over the news, magazines, or websites; finding your soulmate 101, how to tell if someone is your soulmate, what happens when you find the one? countless (read : pointless) half-assed written columns that misguided the gullible into believing everyone had a happy ending waiting for them down the road.

one of those gullible fools happened to be her.

growing up in a household full of love, kindness, and happiness, she was no stranger to the concept of soulmates. with her parents being high school sweethearts who had the ultimate soulmate meeting, and her brother finding his true love in college, soulmates had been a big part of her life from a young age.

she remembers sleepovers with friends dreaming about the day all of them would find prince charming, and get their own sparkly carriage and pair of glass slippers to which they’d wear to their perfect wedding. it was a fairytale in her eyes at that time, but the dreams and hopefulness lived with her into high school.

every day she woke up and got ready with the mindset that ‘today could be the day that i meet him’, as she looked at the words written delicately on her wrist.

the font was pretty, cursive and fine, as it looped and swirled to make a beautiful sight to anyone that saw it. however, she knew the minute they would read the actual words inked on her wrist, they would pout in pity at her destiny.

for how were they supposed to be happy for someone whose soulmate would ridicule and put them down with the first words they speak to them.

it was disappointing looking back on the hopeful day of her sixteenth birthday – her family and she were all waiting and watching the clock tick down to midnight on the eve of her sixteenth birthday; eyes darting between the ticking hands of the clock and the blank space on her wrist. at that point in time, untainted with her future sorrows.

her mother and father held each other close, ready to get a minute look into who their baby girl would be destined to be with in life, just as her brother and his then-fiancee sat with baited breaths to see the ink fade onto her skin.

they, like her, were left in shock at the harsh words that painted themselves on her skin at the stroke of midnight.

the girl who grew up wishing, hoping, praying, and waiting for her happily ever after and prince charming, had been let down before she had even met the man; but the child, the small and hopeful girl, was still alive deep down no matter how hard she tried to pretend she didn’t know her fate.

perhaps the words were just an ugly start to a beautiful thing.

or perhaps the man of her dreams has problems in his life that she was dying to help him through, hoping that the venom-laced words would fade into soft kisses and whispers of love.

so while she expected disappointment, she still awaited her happy ending with a slowly breaking heart, and a newfound impatience yet dread for the day she would finally meet the man she grew up calling her ‘prince charming’.

high school was hell on earth.

especially considering the kids she went to school with.

self-obsessed, headstrong, over-the-top, and just downright rude kids – kids that made her life a living hell the moment her teacher announced that she had the highest grade in a class all those years ago.

rich, popular, and pretty people didn’t take kindly to those who were smart – it didn’t matter their looks, social status, or situation; if you presented yourself as an academic threat, they sought out to make coming to school dreadful.

she did better than some other so-called nerds at her school – while they dealt with spilled milk, scrapes and bruises, or the confined spaces of lockers, she had been able to escape without much harm.

keeping her head down and blending in with the crowd was the ultimate way to remain unscathed, unbothered, and undetected.

what also made going unnoticed easier, was the extensive focus on the it boys of the school; upper classman park seonghwa and kim hongjoong, boys in her grade jeong yunho, kang yeosang, and choi san, and the lower classman song mingi, jung wooyoung, and choi jongho.

while her peers fawned, entertained, and followed the boys around, she had been able to keep on top of her studies, slip by the popular girls without being touched, and shimmied her way through the crowds of boys so she could start her trek home.

that at least would have been the case had she not been body checked by a certain black-haired beauty with the mark of an angle beside his eye.

be it the shock of hitting the ground harshly or the disturbance in her bubble of ease and quietness, she had realized that her time of peace was likely to end after this run-in with the one and only kang yeosang.

a beautifully handsome boy who held the hearts of many had a knack for music and spoke words laced so richly with ice and blades, that even a compliment coming from his mouth felt like it cut deep.

“jesus, why do you snobby little nobodies not pay attention to where you walk?” yeosang looked down his nose at the girl who looked up at him with wide eyes. “you made me spill my drink,” yeosang growled, turning on his heel and kicking dust towards the girl who’s jaw had long since dropped after her mind processed his words.

she knew eyes were on her, both from the growing crowd who gossiped at the sight of the ice prince, kang yeosang, snap on the clumsy girl, and the group of boys who sneered at her from their position near the picnic table in the school courtyard.

with bambi like legs, a skirt full of dust from the pavement, and red palms and knees, she had stood up and looked at the back of yeosang,

“it’s you! you’re my soulmate!” her words made her cringe as she let it sink in who exactly she was yelling out for. the same man that acted as if him stepping back into her path and knocking her to the ground was her doing.

silence washed over the courtyard as the crowd watched yeosang's back grow taught, steps faltering as he let your words ring in his head a few times.

god, she wished she could have just run away, but she was sure the people who gathered around would laugh and push her back towards the boy, desperate to see a showing of yet another embarrassed girl facing the harsh words of yeosang.

yeosang turned on his heel slowly, a half-assed smirk lining his lips, and while she might have imagined it, she could have sworn she’d seen something else in his eyes; something she couldn’t put her finger on.

“soulmate?” yeosang laughed at the word. “god, for a nerd like you, i’m surprised you're that dumb,” yeosang sneered at the look of gloss growing in her eyes. he stepped closer, keeping his voice loud so everyone could hear. “sorry to tell you, but someone else is gonna say the exact same thing i said to you one day – someone else in life is gonna see you for the nobody that you are and tell it like it is,” he huffed, looking at her shaking frame with disgust. “if i was your soulmate, i’d kill myself before i lowered my standards for someone like you.”

‘oh’s’ and ‘ah’s’ echoed through the courtyard; that paired with the whoops and hollers from the boys behind yeosang taunted her even more.

kang yeosang was a cruel boy, but never had he been as cruel as he’d been at that moment.

everything after that had been a blur; fleeting footsteps, the wind blowing harshly on her wet cheeks, and the blurriness of the sidewalk she fled on were all she remembered of her journey home. now, the darkness of her room, soaked pillowcase, and shaking hands were all she knew.

she hadn’t known how long she had laid in bed and cried, but she knew a considerable amount of time had passed since she had collapsed on her bed when she heard the voice of her mother echo from downstairs.

“y/n, darling, do you wanna run to the grocery store with me?” her voice grew louder and the sound of footsteps and the creaking of the staircase faded into the scene. “i need to grab some things for dinner-” her mother's voice halted as she opened her daughter's door and found the girl with bloodshot eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and lips bitten raw.

it was a far cry from the happy, composed, and sweet girl she had come to know.

“oh baby, what’s going on?” her mom hurried into the dark room, sitting on the edge of her bed as she laid a hand on what she presumed to be her daughter's thigh.

it was hard to speak; after all, she had sobbed and borderline screamed at the pain and sadness she had felt. voice raw from exertion. it took her several minutes to even compose herself enough to tell her mother what had conspired mere hours prior.

the boy she had hoped to be different, the words she had hoped were a misunderstanding, and the happily ever after the girl had dreamed about since a young age, had slipped through her fingertips and shattered in front of the entire school.

everything was torture – her chest hurt, her head pounded ferociously, and she felt as if she had no control over the shaking in her body. rejection was always a scary thing, but this was nightmare fuel. something she was sure would play on repeat in her mind every night and keep her up for hours. something she was sure could never be topped.

she wanted everything to disappear.

including that damned tattoo that burned her skin.

her mother held her as she choked on her sobs, fingers gripping the arms of her mother as she pulled her daughter in close and whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

in that moment, the burning fondness she had for soulmates had been put out.

her hope, belief, and love for the idea of the universe putting two people together who would love, cherish, and care for each other had finally dimmed and turned to smoke.

all because of a boy named kang yeosang.

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booklin · 1 year

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KBTBB High School Headcanons!

Eisuke - I’d say Eisuke probably had straight A’s without trying. He was every girl's crush at school. All of the teachers loved him, giving their best reviews on report cards. Though, didn't have many friends, despite talking to a school day’s worth of people. The people he did call friends were just those he believed would benefit him in the future. You know the anime, “Haven’t you heard? I’m Sakamoto” basically, he’s a kid who’s perfect. Always ten steps ahead, girls love him, guys respect him, teachers admire his grades, that type of thing. That’s Eisuke. He avoids conflict and is always a step ahead. Pop quiz? He knew about it a week before.

Soryu - When you first see him you think he’s a bully, which is attractive in a way. Turns out he’s just a quiet kid, though there’s definitely an abnormal strength about him. The person everyone fights to get on their team during gym class. Decent grades, probably would get a B in math if it weren’t for the teacher being scared of him. I can imagine him holding a lot of pain in, especially with his home life. Unapproachable, to say the least. Only has one or two friends at most but keeps everyone at arm's length. He’s, surprisingly, not the fighting type however I can see him getting into one fight if he saw a girl being bullied.

Shuichi - Him and Eisuke are constantly battling for top marks. Everytime one gets an A- the other mocks them for the entire week. Unlike Eisuke, Shuichi actually studies. Some could argue he doesn’t need too, but still does. His desk is always clean, and his notes are perfect. The teachers always entrust responsibilities to him. They even joke about having him as the principal when he’s older. Probably the type of kid that puts a lot of pressure on himself. That, and he just grew up having high expectations set on him. Doesn’t date. At all. He denies every girl that tries. Has been labeled as an “impossible catch”. Believes studies comes first and would break his concentration.

Ota - Ota is the popular kid. Everyone’s friends with him. He’s always hanging out with someone. One day it’s the drama club, the next it’s the art club. Did I mention the art teacher loves him? He doesn’t do the best academically, but his art teacher is so impressed, she offers to write a college recommendation letter. Again, everyone loves him. He’s the type of person a fight would break out over in the cafeteria, because everyone wants him at their table. Between him and Eisuke, the girls can’t decide who they want to date first.

Baba - Baba is the playboy all the girls warn each other about. At last, between his dashing smile and adoring personality, almost every girl has fallen for him once. People probably think he rides a motorcycle. He doesn’t, still, he gives off friends to lovers vibes. Despite his efforts, he always gets dumped due to his flirtatious nature. If anyone were to get pregnant during high school, the chances of him being the dad are 9/10. Quite responsible though. Takes accountability and helps his girlfriend through it. Supports her decision and promises to marry her, if that’s what she wants.

Mamoru - Mamoru is the kid who barely anyone knows. He sits next to you yet, if someone asked, you’d deny that he was in your class. He’s either not in class or sleeping/barely paying attention. They call him “Big Bromoru” because he acts like everyone’s big brother. “Shouldn’t you be doin your homework instead of talkin in the halls, eh?” Literally to random people in the hallway. Though, for some reason, it makes him admirable. No one dares say anything rude back, knowing they’d have the whole school as a target. He’s respected by all the kids there, even if he isn’t very noticeable.

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wishful-seeker · 14 days

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I think people should give kids more credit for knowing what they need.

When i was missing so much high-school i had to do summer school because i was not only physically ill but also very mentally unwell, sooooo many adults kept telling me to go to school, even though doing so made me have severe, debilitating panic attacks, and i was dealing with a lot of physical pain aswell. So many people said "you'll never amount to anything, man up and go to school." And i kept telling them "im sick and i know what my body needs." But nobody likes it when a 14-15 year old says that. God forbid a CHILD knows exactly what her body and mind needs, shes just a stupid kid how could she possibly know?

I promise your child actually knows what they're doing and what they need. Please listen to them. If you kid says they need to stay home from school there is a reason. Maybe its mental health, or physical health, but kids aren't stupid. I would like to see less of this ablism where a child that doesn't go to school is considered a bad child.

Do you know how many teachers hated me specifically for not being able to go to school? It didn't matter that i had a note saying every absence is excused by a doctor, they still assumed i was fooling my parents into letting their bratty child do whatever they wanted. They would ridicule me TO MY FACE and say I'd never pass. I did pass btw. I finished most of my school work on one single day of summer class because i missed a lot of that too. But i learned nothing, because i was BUSY BEING FUCKING SICK i had BETTER things to worry about. Idc what the excuse is, absence should never mean you fail a class or don't pass a grade. It is so ablist to assume that every student can follow THE VERY UNREASONABLE SCHEDULE of waking up at 4 to 5 am and being at school for 8 hours (WHEN YOU ONLY DO ACTUAL WORK FOR 4!!) and kids only getting 6 hours of sleep (WHEN A LOT NEED 9 TO 12!!!) for 5 fucking days (EVEN 4 WOULD BE BETTER!!) Its absolutely ridiculous and the only kids can do it are either able bodied, able minded, and even then they are more stressed than a child should ever be. And if they cant follow this schedule they are a Bad Person. I had teachers that literally treated me like a dog. I'd ask them for make up work and they would give me the most shitty and rude attitude i have ever seen. NO ONE has treated me worse about my health than teachers. It was because i was a kid. When i had to drop out of college for my disability, the teachers were incredibly respectful and wished me a speedy recovery and hoped id be back in their class next year.

Being sick as a child is one of the most isolating and angering experiences you will go through. Adults take every shitty thing they feel and throw it at you because you are a vulnerable child. They would never speak the way they speak to you to adults because then they'd get their ass beat or fucking killed. But because you are 15 years old, they will use you as a punching bag.

If your kid is sick, FUCKING LISTEN TO THEM!! i hate to burst your bubble but when i say "people know whats best for them more than anyone else" I MEAN KIDS TOO.

#ablism #cripple punk #mad punk

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your-dads-top · 3 months

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I'm in a weird space right now

I've been thinking a lot about dropping out of teacher's college/my B.Ed program. I'm not happy with my fellow teacher candidates in my stream after an A.I. plagiarism incident (that my group members pulled for an assignment). If I was doing this when I was 22, maybe I would feel different and more energized, but at 30 I cannot handle these Zoomers and the way they want to cut corners. I hate the fact that my faculty liaison for any issues related to being gay and going into education as a field is an enby-identified lesbian and that the group there hates any sort of "negative" talk. As a gay man, I have valid concerns about what my place is going to be and how to navigate it. I can't relate to women in education, because they don't deal with the same risks.

I'm also not happy with the placements I've had. The first one was at a high school where both my associate teacher and her department head made an underhandedly homophobic comment about another teacher in the board. They were talking about a comment he made to the department head about how he would trust her to sub in his class (he's Franco-Ontarian, teaches French Immersion, and has high standards) and they brought up his husband for no goddamn reason. If you thought his comment was rude, fine (it wasn't rude). But what the hell did his husband have to do with it?

On the same placement, I also dealt with my associate teacher being passive aggressive as hell. She would not explain to me the logic of her grading process. At first, when we came to a disagreement, she would say my way was "interesting" so I would just defer to her and try to understand her criteria (which was entirely vague and seemed to just be based off of feelings). By the last week of the placement, I would ask her how she wanted to grade certain assignments (so I can't help you) and she would fuck off for 30-40 minutes during the prep saying she was in the bathroom.

On this second placement, I felt the need to call Children's Aid because a kid was threatening to kill herself and cut herself. She had also said that her father was unjustly punishing her for things and getting randomly angry. I was able to get my associate teacher to take her to the office while I tried to make the call. He and the principal are now pissed at me for doing it because I should have followed the internal rules (that no one fucking told me). I went by how i was taught by the faculty. We had it reinforced to us to make these calls, otherwise our future licencing will be on the line. Oh, and despite me telling the case worker I wanted to be anonymous, they (teacher and principal) told the kid's father.

I'm just exhausted. I don't feel like I can go to the local gay bar because they decided in taking over the 'queer' bar that they would have go-go boys. Good for them, but it means the space is off limits for me due to the potential for cameras (both official for the bar as well as random people's social media). I've had to pull my face picture off of Scruff, too. I have no means of connecting with other gay men and I'm left feeling drained.

I've sacrificed so many years of my life to get to this point just so I have the opportunity to be in a place where I'm making enough money to live on my own and actually have any shot at life. The thing is, I regret it.

I'm in debt, most part-time jobs have no interest in hiring me because of my schedule even outside of placement, I'm completely demoralized, and I just want to die

I don't remember writing "I just want to die." I had just gone back to add something in, but fuck me if that isn't the truth right now. I hate being in a position where I'm at the behest of other people. I miss being in positions of independence and control.

Part of me wants to fail just so I have an excuse to leave, find work, pay off my debt, and move out. But not completing this program means that my current plans for grad school in the future will also shoot me in the foot because it will make me overqualified in most people's eyes. I hate that it took me until my late 20s to find something that I'm passionate about and I hate even more that it's something that is only considered valuable in this one context.

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kunikinnie · 2 years

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a/n: stupid idea inspired by recent events :')

taglist: @stygianoir, @requiem626k, @irethepotato, @kisara-16reblogs, @dazaee, @thatdazaikin

being a thirdwheel

featuring: Dazai, Kunikida, Akutagawa, Chuuya, Ango x no one in particular, i guess

Dazai Osamu

Surprised. Very surprised.

He's usually the one who makes people thirdwheels so being on the other end is... interesting.

But mostly he doesn't enjoy it. Try as he might to return the conversation back to a three-way affair, it just doesn't work. The heck is wrong with these horny heathens?

So this is what Kunikida feels like, he thinks. Now he sort of understands why he's so mad at him when it happens.

If somehow he just doesn't manage to reassert dominance, he'll reluctantly become a sort of wingman instead. If you can't beat them, join them! Or so they say.

Kunikida Doppo

A natural thirdwheel and he knows it. He could be a professional at this if he wanted to just because he's that experienced (even before he met Dazai).

Generally finds it awkward and annoying, but mostly the former. He's at that point that he just doesn't care much anymore.

For example, he used to say something if he's being ignored by the other two. But it always goes back to them being glued to each other that he's resigned himself to his fate. I wonder when I'll have someone to look at me like that and other similar thoughts fill his mind.

He accompanies them/sits there like an adult chaperone for two pre-teens going on a date. Lowkey hates it and glares at the pair with the general disdain of a disapproving high school teacher. For some reason, it always lands him a place back in the group every single time.

...of course, except with Dazai. He only gets teased more.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

A natural thirdwheel but doesn't know it. He obliviously enters the scene and makes things awkward without even trying.

For example, he enters the room to grab a drink and sits in front of the two. It takes a few long stares before he realizes he's interrupted or is basically unwanted there.

He then mutters a "...sorry" and leaves. Once he recognizes an awkward situation he does his best to avoid it - that's just his style.

But if for some reason he can't leave, he'll silently and emotionlessly tag along.

He honestly thinks it's a huge nuisance and is tempted to slice their arms of to prove a point but if nothing fuels his anger, then he won't say or do anything. The most he'll do is snap back everynow and then (not that he doesn't do it regularly, but anyway).

Nakahara Chuuya

He's the most open about his feelings among those listed here. Not the angry type that happens when he's drunk; just strong facial expressions and sometimes direct wording.

But he mostly smiles at them while sitting there. Menacingly.

"Oh, sorry Chuuya-kun we didn't see you there-"

He's heard that line more than enough times but he still gets angry over it. "I'm not that fucking short, assholes."

If there's food or drink nearby, he'll focus on that instead (while staring at them all the while ofc). Better if it were alcohol like wine or whiskey so that he doesn't have to deal with his annoyance at it all. Seriously, it's extremely rude.

Sakaguchi Ango

It's not uncommon for him to be out of place/picked on, but somehow being pushed aside due to romantic matters saddens him a little bit more.

Surprisingly (or not), he's the most accepting out of all those listed here. Yes it is quite awkward but he's so used to keeping his thoughts to himself that he can easily melt back into the background if he wanted to.

But he's also the one who 'cares' the most about what's happening in front of him. Listens to the conversation intently and commentates on every single sentence internally. He liked that? That's a compliment?? How many braincells has he lost for him to say that??

He can always excuse himself by claiming he has urgent/sudden work to do. But depending on his company like Dazai he might get caught.

"Aww no need to leave so soon, Ango-kun! We love you just as much~"

#bsd #dazai osamu #kunikida doppo #nakahara chuuya #akutagawa ryuunosuke #sakaguchi ango #bsd hc #kunikida x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #akutagawa x reader #sakaguchi ango x reader

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kimisnthere · 8 months

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Book Review: 'Okay for Now' by Gary D. Schmidt

★ there will be spoilers from the books here !!!

★ my opinion ofc

Google Summary:

"Okay For Now explores another seemingly improbable alliance, this one between new outsider in town Doug Swieteck and Lil Spicer, the savvy spitfire daughter of his deli owner boss. With her challenging assistance, Doug discovers new sides of himself."

Review:

The book is a good read, in my opinion. I've read it many times whenever I'm bored or want to read the story and find new details that I haven't seen before.

Doug's Father

One plot line that I really loved because of how sad it was was his father's behavior. The reason is that in the book, Doug's father isn't the typical nice father that many would see in books. His father is an alcoholic and has a friend, Ernie Eco, who made him go out to drink every night.

Not only is Doug's father rude to him and his brother, which is worth mentioning that he does hit the boys, he also yells at their mother who works hard to make sure the boys are able to eat.

Many times throughout the book, his father has shown signs of not wanting to take care of the kids, but towards the end of the book, he starts to change. After Doug found out Ernie Eco had stolen his jacket, his father seemed to be sad and started to distant himself.

In the end, he ends up being able to find his way back and starts to make changes to his behavior and starts to show some love to his family.

Lucas

Lucas' plot line was also an interesting one. He had came back from serving in the army and had been struggling to find a job.

It's interesting because it shows the difficulty that soldiers have had when coming home. It is during the Vietnamese war, meaning that there are protests in the book. With both legs missing and being a soldier, Lucas is being held against his job and is barely given a chance to work.

He's only ever had three jobs, and two out of three of them, he had been fired from. One is at a gas station and the other from a restocking position. The third one he had been an accountant but eventually lost his cool because of some lady and just left the building.

It's hard to read sometimes. Reading that someone couldn't even work for what they had done is something people might struggle with.

His last job makes the book the more happier. He gets a job as an assistant coach at the high school Doug goes to. Go figure.

High school, in general

It's sad to read Doug's journey in his new school.

He gets held against what his brother, Christopher, has been accused of and isn't allowed to pull no funny business. And the teachers mean it.

The only teacher who sees him as himself is his science teacher, who makes sure he feels like himself in his class. He is reminded that even though he is related to Chris, it doesn't mean that he is just like his brother.

Principal Peetie is a shit principle until the end. He makes Doug seem like he is a criminal himself.

Coach Reed eventually turns around and gives Doug the respect he deserves after treating him differently.

Final Review:

The book is a solid 9/10. It's great, and I love the plot lines spread around, and the characters are so interesting to read about and can have the saddest stories within themselves.

There's so much more I could talk about. I didn't write them all, but it mostly sounded like a book plot line summary than review.

Most plot lines were given a happy ending, which is good, don't get me wrong, but I feel as though some could have ended badly.

If you have the time, read the book.

#books #book review

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divine-draws · 2 years

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an unedited taste of a fic for my shindeku au cause idk if i'll ever write more but hey maybe i'll be motivated if enough people are interested. breakdown of the au HERE and art for it HERE and HERE

Midoriya Izuku was nothing if not stubborn and determined. As long as he could remember, he wanted nothing more than to be a hero just like All Might. Years passed and even when he was told in no uncertain terms that hero work was nothing more than a dream due to his lack of a quirk, Izuku just worked harder. He took notes, filling volumes of notebooks. He would analyze clips of heroes at work and still imagine himself doing just the same. Even with the brutal bullying from other students, teachers, and his childhood friend, Izuku still wrote U.A. with trembling hands on his paper for future high schools. He was determined, but even those with the strongest will faced adversity and fell upon hard times.

Izuku stood on the roof of a building, trembling in the breeze. His idol. His hero. The one man he looked up to and wanted to be like had told him that he could not be a hero and just left him there.

Saying Izuku was devastated was putting it lightly.

All of the harsh words from earlier today and the years past come flooding back. Izuku's stomach rolls as he peers over the edge of the building. He was stubborn and determined, but we all have low points.

His phone buzzes in his pocket and while the deep pit in his stomach doesn't leave, he steps back from the edge to put his mother's mind at ease. The tears come again as he walks home and later once he's alone in his room.

The weeks and months that follow are harder than ever. U.A. was erased from the page, only a smudge of graphite and a near hole in the paper left. Inko tiptoes around the eggshells and encourages him. The school he'll be going to is one of the best in the country even if it wasn't a hero school. Izuku endures the bullying for the last stretch of middle school though it seems to die down as Izuku gives less and less reactions. He hides things from his mother but nothing is new on that front.

Months turn into a year and things improve somewhat. While people are still rude and the teachers turn blind eyes to some of the residual bullying, Izuku makes friends and quirks become less of a status symbol. They always will be but for once Izuku can dodge the question and most people don't bother pressing. Even with things improving at a new school and the collection of All Might merch in his room has greatly shrunk (either put into storage and sold), Izuku still aches for a placement amongst the heroes and the new hero students that immerge.

By his second year of high school, Izuku is tired of not doing anything. He's tired of being told to be realistic. He's tired of getting pitying looks. He's tired of being told that he can still make an impact even without being a hero. He's tired.

Izuku waits until the apartment goes quiet before he changes. He puts on the hoodie his mother had mad him (it was an 'I'm sorry you didn't go to a hero school but here's your own kind of hero costume' gift), black jeans, knee and elbow pads, gloves, his red shoes, and a mask. Pulling the hood up around his wild green hair, Izuku squeezes himself out his window and tries to be as quiet as possible making it down the fire escape. He'd been lurking in forums about vigilantes and underground heroes. All Might has fallen to the wayside for him but heroes like Eraserhead and vigilantes like the League inspired him. So many of them essentially fought quirkless so he could do it too, right?

That first night was mostly uneventful. He lurked around and ducked behind corners when late night wanderers or college students returning from drinking would pass. Even without doing much but picking up some trash and petting stray cats, Izuku was enthralled. He knew he had to come back out again. For the first time in forever, he felt excited. As such, Izuku continued to sneak out at night. Most nights were just as uneventful as the first, but he began training. Inko was happy to see her son enthusiastic over something and caring for his health. She was more than happy to help him buy workout equipment and gear and make the food from the diet Izuku presented to him. With all of her excitement, she was none the wiser to her son sneaking out at night or the fact that he was diving deeper on the internet to actively find crime to bust.

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"I never understand how you manage to deal with these night shifts," Tanaka whined. Izuku laughed as Tanaka continued to pout to him.

"I dunno... I guess I've always had a habit of staying up late," he replied with a half shrug, flicking on the turn signal before making their turn. The siren blared up ahead as they headed to the location of the emergency call.

"It's no fair. I have to drink like three cups of coffee at least to have even half the energy you have." One of the aforementioned cups of coffee sat in the thermos between them. Izuku just hummed with an amused look.

"Well, hopefully you've got the energy tonight cause we're about to pull up on the aftermath of a hero fight." Tanaka groaned and got ready as the ambulance slowed it's roll and came to a stop.

Both men hopped out of the ambulance and began assessing the situation. Thankfully, there wasn't much there for them to take care of. The only person who seemed to have sustained much of an injury sat on the curb, decked out in all black and purple. Drying blood was peaking out from under the man's purple hair line and creeping down to his tired eyes.

Mindjack.

"Hello sir, I'm Midoriya Izuku, and I'm here to do a quick medical assessment and patch you up real quick," Izuku said with a slight bow and a chipper voice. He tried to keep his excitement at seeing Mindjack down. He'd followed his class from the start (at first it was curiosity and keeping tabs on Bakugou but soon became it's own thing). He set the heavy first aid kit down on the ground and knelt down to get at eyelevel with Mindjack. The underground hero fully pushed his hood down and hesitated for a moment before lowering his artificial vocal cords. Ah, right, and Izuku needed to keep himself in check as well since he had eyes and the tired pro was attractive.

"Thank you... I just have a few questions, I'll do a cognitive test real quick, and then make sure all your injuries are cared for." Mindjack hummed in acknowledgment and that was enough for Izuku to dive right into his questions.

"Where are you injured at?" Izuku keeps his hands busy putting on gloves and getting out disinfectant and gauze.

"Just a cut on my head... Some bruises." Izuku nods and holds up the supplies.

"Do you mind if I clean up your head wound real quick?" There was a shake of the head, and Izuku got to work.

"Alright. Could you state the year?"

"2XXX"

"And who's the number one hero?" That got a face.

"Endeavor." Izuku hummed and pulled away, wound cleaned and gauze secured.

"Perfect. Now could you follow the light real quick?" He pulled out a pen light from his jacket pocket and clicked it on. He moved it around, watching Mindjack's eyes and checked for pupil dilation after before clicking it off again.

"Awesome. You did great. I can give you an ice pack if you want for the bruising, but otherwise you're all good to go." Izuku put everything away and clicked the first aid kit shut. "And thank you for your work, Mindjack." He flashed the hero a wide grin. That actually got a response out of him, pausing as he went to get to his feet.

"Oh." He gave Izuku a slightly surprised look which was a big change from the tired stare he had been sporting the whole time. He didn't actually ask anything, but Izuku could see he was confused how he knew him.

"I'm, uh, a big hero fan I guess...? I've been following you- andyourclass- since your first year." A crimson blush bloomed across Izuku's cheeks as he realized how it sounded. Mindjack looked him over for a moment before a small smirk graced his lips.

"Huh... Didn't know I had any fans. Well, it was nice meeting you Midoriya." Izuku could feel the heat radiating from his face, and he offered another quick bow.

"It was a pleasure to meet you as well. Stay safe."

Izuku couldn't help but stare after Mindjack as he went to talk to the police. Tanaka had finished up with his work and was waiting at the open back doors of the ambulance. Izuku could just feel his teasing gaze as he approached. He set the large medical kit down with a sigh and gave Tanaka a slightly pleading look.

"Please- just don't say it." Tanaka grew even more smug and lightly hit Izuku's shoulder with a fist.

"You tell him how you have a picture of him in your room." Izuku let out a whine and pushed Tanaka out of the way so that he could close up the back.

"It's not even like that. I have pictures of a lot of heroes and not in a weird creepy way."

"Whatever you saaay," Tanaka said in a sing song voice as they got back in the ambulance.

Needless to say, Izuku sulked on their way back to the hospital and later razzed Tanaka about his exhaustion as his only means of getting back for now.

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noneofusaresimping · 2 years

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^Forever and Always

pairing! Min Eunji x f! reader x abusive brother Yoon Gwinam

— Eunji helps Y/n take care of her older brother

warnings! Comfort, no zombies, mentions abuse, fighting, blood, bad writing, mabe death, etc

note! I don't know how Eunji or Gwinam would react in this situation and this is purely for entertainment so LETS GOOOOOOOO

Being Gwinam's younger sister is difficult, especially when you're not blood-related. His parents adopted me when I was four years old, and Gwinam was five when he first met me.

Ever since I was young, I have always been his punching bag, the one to endure his rude jokes and rage. So it was definitely no different for me when we both went to the same high school together.

Although he did become a little nicer to me, I still had to endure the same kind of treatment as the kids he bullied, or so I thought.

I had an okay reputation at school; a lot of kids knew me or didn't know me. Thanks to my brother, I gained most of the negative responses from the students and some of the teachers at the school.

The day my name was changed to Yoon Y/n, I wanted to die. I didn't want to be associated with Gwinam or any of his actions.

I really didn't have many friends, and I was rarely asked to hang out with anyone and their friends. I did talk to some of the students in Ms. Parks's class, like Hyoryung, and some pregnant girl whose name I didn't know, but we weren't close enough for me to call them my friends.

The only people I could call my friends were Hyeonju and Eunji. Hyeonju cared about me even if she seemed like a cold, ruthless bitch who also happened to be a bully, and Eunji still wanted to be near me even after the things my brother had done to her.

Min Eunji was pretty, funny, romantic, and smart, but no one saw that side of her but me. The rest of them were too busy laughing at her being bullied by my asshole of a brother.

Eunji knows I really can't do much about my brother, and she knows how much I try to make him stop without revealing our relationship.

The last time I confronted Gwinam was two weeks ago. I had talked the plan over with Eunji, and she told me how it would be a bad idea and she didn't want him to hurt me even more.

She was so used to him hurting her that she didn't even care what he did to her, and that's why I'm walking down the street in the rain with her now. I want him to stop. I am going to do everything in my power to make him stop, even if that means he has to die.

"Y/n, what will you do if he hurts you again? I don't want you to have to lie to the police and hospital again. " Eunji asked, wanting me to stop walking and think for a sec.

I stopped walking, turning around. I raised my hand, making her flinch, but she eased, knowing I would never hurt her. I lowered my hand back down, grabbing her hand.

Her hair was soaked and she just looked at me worriedly, "I don't want you to hurt anymore. I would do anything to make sure you are okay. I love you too much to see you cry anymore. She smiled slightly, kissing me softly.

"You're so beautiful." She turned red at the compliment and nodded, not wanting to say anything to ruin this moment.

Let's end this. She says, squeezing my hand tightly, as if she let go, she would never see me again. "I will never leave you, no matter what," I said, walking into the small home where I stayed with my adoptive parents and older brother, Gwinam.

It seemed more scary than usual to walk through the door. I grabbed the first thing I saw, which was a glass vase that sat on the counter. I walked around the house on tiptoes, not even removing my filthy shoes, which was so disrespectful even for me.

Eunji stayed close behind me, clinging tightly to my hand. It was dark, the only light coming from Gwinam's room. I peered over, seeing him sitting on his bed, playing around with a blade.

When I turned for only a second to check on Eunji, I was pushed down, my skin pierced with a sharp object. The object was pulled out of me and pushed back into me a few times before the light flickered pontoon Gwinam over me.

This was too evil even for him. "You were going to kill me, huh?" He spat out his eyes, which were dark and filled with a hint of sadness.

I weakly tried to pick up the vase. I dropped it. It was rolling even farther away from me. Then I was blacking out.

I blinked open my eyes and saw Gwinam on top of Eunji. I tried to tell him, but I blacked out again. My eyes blinked open again, seeing Gwinam laying on the ground now and Eunji grabbing the glass vase. She looked at me, wanting to hit him across the face, but didn't want to kill my brother in front of me.

The vase broke across the wall, at which point she threw it while her figure came over trying to lift me up, but my body was too weak and I was dead weight at this point. She groaned loudly, eventually slinging her arm around my waist and pulling us both outside.

The rain hit my body once again, and I sighed with relief. "Will I die?" I laughed sadly, trying to walk at the pace of Eunji's half-run. "Of course not. You'll be fine, I promise. " She lied, not knowing whether I would die or not, given how much blood I'd lost.

She stopped walking, sliding down on a brick wall, me still in her arms. She shook with fear of losing me and from how cold it was.

"I'm sorry, my love." She sobbed, calling me by the pet name she gave me the first time I saw her cry. It meant so much to me during a moment like this, since she only called me it at her worst points in life.

I laughed at her crying face, ignoring the pain in my side. I did this because I love you. Do you love me? " I asked, watching her take off her jacket and my belt, starting to wrap it around my side so I wouldn't bleed out and die.

"Yes, forever and always." She sobbed, holding me tightly. While I tried not to give in to the deep slumber that wanted to fall upon me.

#aouad fanfic #gxg #wlw #all of us are dead #all of us are dead x reader #none of us are simping #all of us are dead imagines #min eunji #aouad eunji #aouad eunjixreader #aouad headcanons #aouad x reader #aouad imagines #all of us are dead eunji x reader #all of us are dead eunji #eunji #yoon gwi nam

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pfreadsandwrites · 2 years

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I'm so sorry for disappearing hehe, here's my question:

You know how after Kakashi and Naruto became Hokage, they were called Rokudaime and Nanadaime even by people who knew them on a first name basis. Now I know hierarchy, formality and respect are very important in Asian culture (being Asian myself) so would this same concept extend to their spouses?

Like if Kakashi got married, would his spouse have to call him Rokudaime-sama too?

Ah, so the short answer is no, you most definitely wouldn’t. I think people using formal and extremely respectful honorifics like -Sama with their spouse would be considered extremely unusual. It might even be considered rude and detached, like you hate your husband or are *so* distant or below him that you can’t call him by his name. Another thing I just thought of - at home, it’s much more common to call people in your household or family by their role in the family. Like what’s common in Japanese culture is once a married couple becomes parents, the couple stop addressing each other by their name and start calling them ‘Otou-san’/‘Okaa-san’ even when their children aren’t there. My Japanese teacher told me she and her husband started addressing each other like that even before she had their baby. My point is, it’d be weird for Kakashi’s public and professional role to also carry over into the household.

I think people you know intimately would call you as they always have. And I think the call them on a first name basis thing in Naruto’s context doesn’t necessarily mean that they were close before and now they’re not, it’s just the fantasy world doesn’t lend itself well to the typical Japanese ‘referring to people by their last name’ thing. You’ll notice anime set in the real world or in school/work or quasi-school/work settings do that a lot, but not so much in fantasy worlds like Naruto. Because a lot of the character distinguishability is coming from their names. Like, If Naruto was set in a Japanese high school, they’d likely call each other by their last names as many other anime like that do.

My point is, the fact that people who called Kakashi and Naruto by their first names and then by their titles after they became Hokage doesn’t mean that they’re necessarily becoming much more formal with someone they were formerly close with. Acknowledging their new title and hierarchy probably is important, especially in a professional setting, and that’s probably why they do it (like how in Boruto Naruto had Boruto not call him dad when he was doing hokage business, and Kakashi told Boruto to call him Lord Sixth in front of the other genin), but I definitely don’t see this applying to someone Kakashi is involved with romantically, or his family or close friends.

I hope that answered your question, Po! It wasn’t stupid at all!

#answered #pfthinks #natsuzoku

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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i need to hear this detailed rant bestie ! i’m interested <3

NO YOU GIVE ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO COMPLAIN ABOUT MY SHITTY FRIENDSHIPS I’M TAKING THAT CHANCE!

Ok so under the cut is mentions of sa and swearing but otherwise just me complaining

Ok so I think I really noticed it happening after my best friend in the 6th grade moved away to Georgia. There’s like two other people my age in my neighborhood but neither of them like me so I just had to be friends with people at my school. But I transferred to a smaller school for seventh grade and I’m still there. (For context it goes from 3rd grade to senior year in high school and there’s like 100-150 kids going there) Anyway I make two cool friends there but then in comes this other girl and I grow really close to her but when she went into high school and I went to 8th grade she got like really fucking bitchy and straight up told me no one would want to sa me, which is so fucked up for so many different reasons and she never even apologized for it. So she ditched me and this kid I knew from middle school transfered to my new school so I started to hang out with him and all these other kids too. Then covid hit and no one bothered to talk to me.

We go back to school like part time so we alternate between days but I didn’t have any friends on my days except for Fridays which is when all of highschool got to be together. Then another person joined my friend group and they started dating my other friend and I kinda had to fight to be included (You’ll see that come up a lot) so I had to fight to be included. Anyway towards the end of the school year both of my friends weren’t there. So my sophomore year starts and I’m friendless. I find out my friend I’ll call them R, R who was dating my other friend A, A threatened to sa R in a school bathroom which is why they were gone. So like second week of sophomore year R and a new friend C start hanging out with me and sometimes this other girl named H. I knew H we like hung out off and on but my only friends were H, C and R. Everything was like ok until October or November when E showed up. E soon started dating R and left me and C in the dust. Whenever I brought this up E would get really aggressive and rude.

So this continued for awhile. I would make jokes about couples not posting about being together online not targeting R and E but E consistently would assume I was talking about his relationship with R and this all lead up to a big argument with C, R, E and H where they defended racism from our history teacher and others and E basically implying I was trying to break him and R up because I was jealous when all I wanted was to be included. I broke off from them and this was in like January. I stayed not having any friends until July when I went to the camp where I trained to be a counselor for the future and the other councilors in training wouldn’t include me or try to do anything with me. I remember crying one night and all of them like ignoring me the entire time and I felt like that was my last chance to make friend because lord knows everyone at my school is super fucking annoying and like there’s this one girl who knows I’m trans but still misgenders me. Dear lord there is so much to this. I forgot to include all of the abusive relationships I was dealing with at the time starting Freshman year but overall with all of my friendships I had to fight to be included, was treated horribly and just was basically ignored. I remember lots of times my friends talked about all hanging out together and I asked why I wasn’t invited and they would say “Oh we didn’t think you’d want to come” or “ I guess I forgot to invite you” or something. Just all of my friendships can be summed up by people hanging out with me out of pity, forgetting about me and just being fucking assholes to me.

You’ll see this theme come up in lots of stories when I talk about friends.

#ziggys rambles #ziggy shut up #sorry this a big rant

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