Chat What If Your Gay Lover Left You To Become A Depressed Vigilante

U don't like loser shiggy>:(

How about king shiggy?

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But why is Shōta Aizawa so ufffffff.....

ppl will be like i don’t want to read ooc fics and not realise fans have so many personal interpretations of canon that ooc means a different thing to different ppl. like my favourite fics i’ve ever read all have slightly different characterisations and yet i devour them all with hunger. what makes a fic great, to me, maybe has more to do with consistency of voice than with a consensus on what ‘in character’ means, more to do with the quality of writing and the strength of the premise and whether my heart gets shattered and healed or not

nobody tears through library books quite as fast as a 12 yr old girl with no friends

Aizawa (smacks a distracted Deku’s desk): Midoriya, if it wouldn’t trouble you so much, would you mind actually paying attention in my class?!

Deku (blushing): I’m sorry, I got distracted by…something.

Aoyama: He was gazing at Bakugou!

Class 1-A (singsong): Deku likes Bakugou!

Uraraka: He does not!

Class 1-A: Uraraka likes Deku!

Denki: She does not!

Class 1-A: Denki likes Uraraka!

Jirou: He does not!

Class 1-A: Jirou likes Denki!

Mineta: She does not!

Class 1-A: Jirou likes Mineta!

Aizawa: Nobody likes Mineta! Now, can we please get back to the lesson?

guy who has chronic pain and fatigue: man why can't i do more stuff

Was scrolling through AO3 and found this gem

Enemy to parent is a trope we have to popularise lmao

There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

me as a writer