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the fact that Bruce made Jason believe in justice and that they could improve the community and better the lives of the citizens by fighting crime, but when he came back nothing had changed, the rogues were still running rampant, and the Joker didn't have a harsher punishment for torturing him, killing his mom and blowing him up, he was still just getting put on time out at Arkham until he decided to escape again

Jason's life was interrupted too soon and he came back to everything being the same shit as always, the only change was that his father had found a substitute for him

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wymack: how’s everyone doing?

neil: i’m breathing

wymack: setting the bar pretty low, huh?

neil: well, it’s more than kevin

kevin, having a panic attack: honestly, fuck you

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"Oh dear, you have a lot of… things." The cyborg looked up. "The word is prosthetics." "So much machinery. Don't you worry you will stop being human?" "Oh, there is a line I will not cross." "What line is that?" "I will not question another person's humanity."

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snap //  bakugo

description ; aizawa’s sleep is interrupted by an incessant clicking sound 

authors note // horrible ending bc it’s like 3AM but i swear i’ll revise in the future. angst incoming though

snap.

snap.

snap.

aizawa tried to ignore it at first. the snap, pause, snap, pause, snap. students, annoying students, had their own ways to focus. jirou listened to music. midoriya muttered. denki tapped his pencil. he often had no problem with it as long as it wouldn’t disturb him. but this, this incessant, off-beat snapping.. it was giving him a migraine already. not even his sleeping bag could muffle it enough for him to drift off to sleep.

snap, snap.

snap.

snap.

the hero’s jaw tightened. it was getting more aggressive, persistent. whoever was doing it was getting frustrated. aizawa tightened the bag around his head in contempt. goddamn students.. can’t be quiet for a second, he scoffed internally. only twenty more minutes of class, he reassured himself, twenty more minutes and the fucking snapping would cease. he could sleep.

snap, snap, snap, snap.

snap.

snap, snap.

aizawa wanted to snap, too. snap at whoever wasn’t aware of how irritating they were being. the noise was getting even more frantic, somehow. the teacher growled, tossing and turning in his sleeping bag. his rage was reaching a boiling point and he could barely stay still from it. all 1-A needed to do was write a simple essay on how school was still important in their hero teaching. that was it. it’s not like he was asking them to solve world peace, for christ’s sake.

“uh, bakubro?”

snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap-

“who the hell is snapping?!” aizawa had enough, ripping open his sleeping back and clambering to his feet. he slammed his hands down on his desk, eyes bloodshot from how exhausted he was. the students in front of him flinched at the outburst- pencils clacking to the desk, a yelp or two sounding through the now paralyzed room. tension filled the room. it became deafeningly silent. 

except for one sound. one student.

snap, snap, snap.

kirishima tugged desperately at his friend’s shirt, almost shaking him, “dude! mr. aizawa is going to murder you, stop it!” bakugo seemed to ignore him, intently focused on the fingers next to his ear.

snap, snap.

aizawa hissed, stomping his way around his desk. students in the perimeter of the blonde seemed to scoot as far away as they could from the impending explosive argument. kirishima yelped at the sight of his oncoming teacher, “come on, he’s gonna give you like a year’s detention for this!! don’t be stubborn!”

snap… snap… snap.

the furious teacher could feel his scarf ready to strangle the snapping boy- “katsuki baku-!”

but it was as if bakugo couldn’t comprehend the teacher standing over him, taking both of his arms and suddenly hitting the sides of his head with a small scream of frustration.

“stop- fucking stop, i c- i can’t.. FUCK!”

aizawa paused, stunned at the behavior. bakugo’s voice shook in a way aizawa hadn’t heard before- hadn’t expected. the boy in front of him ripped his arms from the sides of his head and snapped his fingers again, and snapped and snapped in both of his ears until.. until he slammed his hands down on the desk, the air of defeat around him so foreign aizawa felt as if he was in a parallel universe.

“kat..katsuki?” eijiro’s hand slacked from his best friend’s shirt, sounding choked and wet. it fell quiet once more. aizawa stepped forward gently, placing his hands down above bakugo’s. he knew the signs of a panic attack, or at least an oncoming one. but the blonde refused the touch immediately, jumping from his chair. bakugo stumbled backwards, hands shaking in front of his face. as if something only he could see what was staining them.

“hey, hey, kid! calm down, what’s going on?” shota could almost see the panic radiating from his student. his rage instantly washed away, and concern for the boy who was looking smaller by the minute pushed him forward. aizawa raised his hands encouragingly and took a small step toward bakugo. but it was almost as if he was a caged animal, backing away hurriedly from aizawa with such shaky knees, the teacher was surprised he was even still standing. bakugo hit the back wall, knuckles white as he gripped the window sill.

“someone, go get recovery girl for me, please.” the calm, even tone of their teacher snapped class 1-A from their stupor. 

“s-sir.. is k-kacchan okay..?” izuku midoriya hadn’t seen his childhood friend so vulnerable since after all might retired. it scared him. bakugo was strong, bakugo didn’t panic. he was always confident and he never faltered.

“i will take care of him, midoriya, so please, give us some room.” most of the class listened to the request, stepping back from where they crowded. but midoriya and kirishima looked at each other, hesitant. they wanted to help, even if they knew there wasn’t much they could do that their teacher wasn’t already. it didn’t stop the fact they could feel their hearts crumbling piece by piece with every jagged breathe katsuki struggled with.

“bakugo, i need you to calm down for me. why don’t we take a step outside for some fre-”

katsuki suddenly shot his head up, interrupting aizawa’s plead. everyone could see the blonde’s face now- see his tear streaked, blotchy, twitching, terrified face. it was such a distressing, outlandish sight for the usually self-assured boy that aizawa could hear the students behind him gasp. some called out to him in soft voices. but bakugo, bakugo kept his bloodshot eyes on shota himself. the teacher could feel the pit in his stomach drop with nerves.

“katsuki, please, try to even out your breaths for me, okay? follow my breathing.”

except the encouragement could only serve to fill the kid with more dread. aizawa noticed the fall and raise of his chest quicken considerably, breathing so rapid he could only assume bakugo was getting lightheaded, confused.

“ kid, you’re going to pass out if you keep-”

“s-sorry te-teach.. you-’re gonna,” bakugo hiccupped, tears streaming faster, and yet it looked as if a wavering smirk was making it’s way onto the kid’s face, “y-you’re g-gonna needa-.. needa sp-speak up.” katsuki look behind his concerned teacher, eyes scanning his classmates, focusing on moving lips. and then he raised his palm close to his ear. without a seconds notice, the boy began popping off small explosions. yet, even as they got louder, aizawa couldn’t help but notice how the problem child wasn’t flinching at all. bakugo and aizawa connected eyes once more, the blonde’s wobbly smirk widening with self-hatred.

“because i can’t hear shit.”

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bakugo: *at his appointment, picking out his hearing aids*

midoriya: *who brought eri cause he was baby sitting* Oh! Go with black and orange it'll match your coustume!

eri: No!!!! Purple!!!

Bakugou: Purple please

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another HoH bakugo headcanon with a twist.

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kirishima becomes so used to flicking the light switch on and off when entering a room because of bakugo that he just…always does it now.

he’ll go into kaminari or sero’s room and just subconsciously flip the switch.

none of their friends want to comment on it because they honestly find it quite endearing because it shows that he cares for bakugo’s comfort since he does it not to startle him. plus, it shows just how much time he spends going to bakugo’s room that it just is second nature at this point.

the rest of the class is just waiting for someone else to comment but they all find it really sweet so they don’t say anything for ages.

…until kirishima accidentally does it coming into class one morning.

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"The audiologist told me to consider a hearing dog as an aid for my daily life.

I told her I already had a hearing deku for that.

Neither of them were amused."

- Bakugou telling kirishima about his audiology appointment probably

Partially inspired by my own conversations and a post I saw from @ddeaf-bakugou

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HEADCANON: the bakusquad keeps extra hearing aid batteries on them in case bakugo doesnt have any

bakugo: *thinking* shit my hearing aids died, fuck i dont have any batteries on me

jiro: *heard the beep and reaches into her bag*

jiro: *pulls out extra batteries and taps bakugo*

bakugo: *confused*

later

sero and denki: *chatting*

bakugo: hold on guys my hearing aid batteries died i need to grab some from my room…

sero and denki: *already pulling batteries out of their pockets*

extra later

kirishima: no mina i swear bakugo totally kicked ass in that battle

mina: i believe you kiri- oh, bakugo?

bakugo: *signs* hearing aid batteries died can you guys sign?

mina: *signing back* yeah we can, would you like to sign or would you like new batteries, me and kiri have some on us

bakugo: …

bakugo: *signing* lets sign, i’m tired of listening

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twenty questions

andreil, rated t, 500 words / series: flashes of intimacy

The bus takes forever to warm up, and it’s been too long since Neil has felt the bite of a real winter. Luckily, Andrew is a furnace. 

“Are you going to fall asleep like this?” Andrew asks. It’s a fair question. The ride home is long. The back of the bus is quiet; everyone knows better than to bother them after a game. Neil’s head is pillowed in the crook of Andrew’s neck, his cold hands tucked into the pocket of Andrew’s sweatshirt. Andrew has an arm wrapped around Neil’s shoulder, his other hand resting warmly on the thigh Neil has draped over Andrew’s. Despite this, he’s not necessarily tired. Physically, maybe. But they won. Neil’s too doped up on serotonin to sleep.

“No,” Neil says. “Are you?”

Andrew hums noncommittally. Undecided, then. 

“We could play a game,” Neil suggests. 

“We just finished playing one.”

“No, a car game. Like from my book.” Neil received a coffee-table book of games from Nicky for Christmas, because he apparently lacks crucial childhood experiences. He tries to recall one of the games. “I Spy?”

“I spy something big, orange, and ugly hurtling down a dark highway.” 

“Okay, that one might not be good for the road,” Neil admits. “There was one about license plates. You try to see how many states you can spot.”

“Pennsylvania,” Andrew says, already looking out the window. “Pennsylvania. Pennsylvania. Earlier, I saw Pennsylvania.” 

“Funny,” Neil says dryly. “Fine, maybe I will sleep.” 

Andrew jerks his shoulder a bit, intentionally jostling Neil. 

“Twenty Questions,” he says. 

Neil smiles, thankful his face is pressed into the fabric of Andrew’s hoodie. Andrew must sense it anyway, because he digs his fingernails briefly into Neil’s cheek. 

“Which one is that?”

“I’m thinking of something,” Andrew says. “You have twenty questions to figure out what it is.”

It’s not yellow. It’s not something you can eat. It’s not a solid, a liquid, or a gas. 

“You’re out of questions,” Andrew says.

“Fine,” Neil says, jabbing Andrew lightly in the stomach. “What was it?”

“Your irritating lack of self-preservation instincts.”

“How was I supposed to guess that?”

“By asking better questions. Your turn.”

Andrew guesses that Neil was thinking about an Exy neck guard after nine questions.

“You’re too predictable,” Andrew murmurs, mouth pressed to Neil’s hair. 

Neil yawns. “Maybe you just know me too well.”

“Maybe,” Andrew says, squeezing Neil’s thigh. “But you’re also predictable.”

Neil only sighs in response. He’s so warm, and Andrew’s head is still turned so that Neil can feel the soft puffs of his breath in his hair, timed with the slow rise and fall of his torso under Neil’s hands. The whir and steady motion of the bus pull at Neil’s eyelids and at the corners of his consciousness. 

“I’m thinking of something,” Andrew whispers.

“Is it sleep?”

Andrew snorts. “Yeah.”

Neil burrows impossibly closer, finally letting his eyes fall closed.

“See?” Neil murmurs. “I know you too.”

this series is now on ao3!

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FINLEY STEVENS QUOTES SENTENCE STARTERS

❝  i’m hoping this is food and not human body parts,  but who knows? ❞

❝  you’d have to be a fucking idiot to come here.  luckily,  that’s my speciality.  ❞

❝  kids - we just hit the fucking jackpot.  ❞

❝  should i be freaking out right now?  ❞

❝  no offense,  but you’re kind’ve scary looking.  ❞

❝  where am i supposed to pee?  in the woods?  fuck that.  ❞

❝  [name],  you absolute bastard.  ❞

❝  if you’re here to kick my ass,  you’re going to have to get in line.  ❞

❝  you almost hurt my feelings,  but you could never be so lucky. ❞

❝  fine,  i’ll do it. but I’m gonna be an ass about it.  ❞

❝  not going to lie,  i’m getting the heebie jeebies. ❞

❝  we all got something to hide.  it’s just easier that way.  but it’s totally cool when someone shows you what’s underneath.  that’s my favorite part.  ❞

❝  a smart trespasser wouldn’t go towards the sound of another person,  ‘lest they get caught.  ❞

❝  i’m stupid, so I do it all the time.  ❞

❝  i feel like this could’ve been done without the manhandling.  ❞

❝  is that what you were going to say,  or did i make this entire thing awkward?  ❞

❝  oh god,  now i’m going to get sued by the ghostbusters.  ❞

❝  don’t do that,  i’ll get demonetized.  ❞

❝  you’re even beautifuler at two in the morning.  sorry,  i had to speak my mind.  ❞

❝  great,  add it to your porn collection.   ❞

❝  i’m never going to trust you again.  ❞

❝  everyone’s flawed.  at least you know it and aren’t super weird or righteous about it.  ❞

❝  i think you know more than i think you know.  ❞

❝  the devil isn’t in the details.  the devil’s everywhere.  you know what is in the details?  words i can’t pronounce.  ❞

❝  think happy thoughts,  and all that shit,  right?  ❞

❝  i need,  like,  seven hands,  but yours will do.  ❞

❝  you can literally do so many things with a machete.  ❞

❝  you’re literally blowing my mind right now.  ❞

❝  you would’ve done the same thing for me if you were five feet taller,  right?  ❞

❝  am i a dumb-smart person,  or a smart-dumb person?  ❞

❝  that was a level of aggression i didn’t expect,  but i can dig it.  ❞

❝  sorry,  i thought i saw you doing something suspicious.  ❞

❝  i still get tingles.  like i know you’re going to punch me,  but i’m excited about it.  ❞

❝  you mean you weren’t dropped on your head as a kid?  i thought that was a normal part of puberty. ❞

❝  you’re not darkness.  you’re light.  ❞

❝  we’re the best team around.  like shrek and donkey,  or… two of the five spice girls.  ❞

❝  none of my ideas are good ideas.  keep up!  ❞

❝  oh no,  no.  my kinks include hand holding,  and spotting ghosts in the window of a four story building.  ❞

❝  everyone else blames everything on god.  i might as well,  too.  ❞

❝  could you imagine how cold and clammy a ghost kiss would be?  ❞

❝  my life isn’t fun.  it never has been.  i never claimed to have a sparkling lifestyle.  ❞

❝  sorry not sorry,  as the kids say.  ❞

❝  i appreciate the determination to prove me wrong.  really. ❞

❝  do you want the truth,  or should i keep lying?  ❞

❝  you’re not just fucked up.  you’re fucked up and still going.  that’s more than some people can say. ❞

❝  now i’m getting creepy,  danger vibes.  ❞

❝  the intimidating man stare does nothing for me,  pal.  ❞

❝  i really want to ask what’s going on in your head right now,  but I’m afraid i won’t like the answer. ❞

❝  the plan is don’t die.  think you can manage that?  ❞

❝  it’s pretty straight forward,  you can either keep a secret,  or you can’t.  ❞

❝  why was i breaking and entering,  or why was i caught? ❞

❝  i can neither confirm nor deny whether i may or may not know something of importance to this situation. ❞

❝  no,  there won’t be a ghost orgy,  so don’t worry about it.  ❞

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Conversation Prompt

“I got you flowers. Not in a romantic way, but in a ‘you need to keep these watered and in sunlight, and you don’t drink enough water or get enough sunlight and now you’ll have to do both for the sake of these flowers’ kind of way. You know, platonically. Nothing more.”

“I don’t care about your crush on me or what you do with it - I’m more than happy to follow your lead. But, you care more about me than any and all of my blood relatives combined and I want you to know that that means a lot to me. And I love and appreciate you for it.”

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Conversation Prompt

“See, I told you I could hold my breath for a really long time.”

“Fucking hell! What - ? How long have you been down there?!”

“You weren’t timing me? What was even the point of all that then?”

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“You’re not going to get away with breaking the rules forever. Even the Golden Boy has to face consequences eventually.”

“Probably not. They’re terrified of pissing me off and giving me a villain origin story.”

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alberu: i've never seen someone who can speak rudely to me, a "crown prince" *sighs*

cale casually eating cookies: now you see one.

alberu closing and opening his mouth: ...

alberu: haa you're driving me crazy.

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“I don’t understand why you’re all so angry. You’re the ones that told me to devote my life to a higher power." 

"You started a cult!" 

"And?”

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Sorcerer: How would you feel if I interfered with YOUR personal life?

Wizard: I'd hate it. That's why I cleverly have no personal life.

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Conversation Prompt

“Sometimes I look back on our childhoods and wonder what we ever did to deserve all that shit.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong. I was just going through an eighteen year rough patch. You, on the other hand - you were an asshole and probably deserved to be told it a good dozen times. The other stuff was a bit much though.”