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rb and put in the tags your birthstone, your sign and what album is on repeat for you lately

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for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

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I adore them but I struggle with the line of argument that the lov should have been left to their own devices to do whatever they wanted.

It's a logical fallacy to think that because the heroes are in the wrong, their antagonists are automatically right.

And don't get me wrong, the lov is in the right philosophically. But from a practical standpoint large scale destruction, societal destabilization and killing of the powers that be, historically led to negative rather than positive outcomes, both short and long term.

It decreases quality of life for everyone and increases fear and radicalization among the populace. This allows either the strongest militia or crowd-savviest populist around to fill the created power vacuum. Neither guarantees an improvement from the previous status quo.

Also, indiscriminate mass destruction would absolutely lead to More people ignoring a blood-covered and terrified child instead of less. Because a 5 year old becoming homeless after having their home collapse and the entire family die would become the norm instead of a freak accident.

Tldr: Tomura is a good kid with understandable motivations but god damn did he need Help

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🌹 for a sentence from the Encyclopedia Of The Apocalypse pls! If its okay to ask for a certain fic?

-🧟‍♀️

Hi 🧟‍♀️!

Yeah, that's definitely okay!

“Babe, just get in the mememobile!” Toge writes, trying not to laugh at his own joke.

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🌹🌹🌹 plz!

Hi Nix, of course!

I decided to share a chunk of a conversation continuing something you asked about in Villain Radio rather than three separate fics! This is from a SMAU a bit later:

[Dabi] whenever I find out who’s been eating my quesadillas, it’s over for you 😡😡😡 [Spinner] dude, there’s no one home [Toga] yeah and no one wants to eat your nasty quesadillas. you always burn them 🤢🤢 [Dabi] who put you in this gc anyways???

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the horrors persist but my friends write beautiful fanfic

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I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.

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writing tip #3831:

write something you actually enjoy writing maybe? idk

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Hi Grace!

Tenko Shimura wanted to be a hero growing up [...] needless to say, he didn't take it well when the UA hero course rejection letter showed up. -- False Advertising

“My name's y/n.” Quickly, you think to add, “and I don't eat Tomuras.” -- untitled mothman!shigaraki fic

There are many things you do to cope in the new world that would have gotten you placed on a psych hold before. -- Encyclopedia of the Apocalypse

It’s less actual poses and more like interpretive dance being done by someone who has only ever seen yoga in a Crohn's disease medication commercial. -- Villain Radio

Thanks for letting me share!

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Hi anon!

He’s capable of bleeding, whatever he is but you have an awful suspicion he came out of that hole.

-- untitled demon shigaraki fic

Thanks for asking!

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Playing spin the bottle with Katsuki Bakugo but instead of actually playing when his turn comes around, he fucking throws it at you, grabs your arm, and pulls you into the closet with him.

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Villain Radio

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader LOV Band//Roommate AU

Welcome to Paradise day one of living in the house isn't going as smoothly as you hoped. fortunately, you make a few friends who are more than happy to help you adjust.

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The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and someone is blasting Creed down the hall.

It's 10am.

Seems like as good of a time as any to get up, you decide while begrudgingly throwing your legs over the edge of the bed and pressing yourself up.

You've tentatively planned to get to know the neighborhood better. Fortunately, you don't work today so you have all the time in the world to do so. You get dressed leisurely before making your way downstairs. On the way out, you notice both of the doors at the end of the hall are covered in post-it notes of varying colors. Faintly, you hear someone singing along to the music from what sounds like the house next door. They're a bit tone deaf, but excited.

“Morning,” says Spinner as he pours himself a bowl of cereal. “First night here, how'd you sleep?”

“Good,” you answer. “Uh, someone's listening to Creed really loud right now. Is that normal in the morning?”

“Yeah, they do that.” He glances at the small amount of milk left before putting the jug back in the refrigerator. “When they're arguing, Dabi plays Creed and Tomura plays Nickleback or Rick Astley and they keep turning the volume up on each other. They're just trying to be loud. No one wins. This time I think it's over a lyric or something, who knows. They'll be over it within the hour, they always are.”

“Got it,” you reply as you fill a glass of water.

Spinner leaves for work, followed by Dabi. Shortly after he goes, the music cuts all together and Tomura is out the door as well. In the brief moment you see him, you bite that he didn't do much to tame his bed head. While you know it's not a thought you should have about your new roommate, you have to admit it's pretty cute.

You haven't seen Compress around at all today, you think he may have taken off early.

Day one and you have the house to yourself.

And Keith.

You start the coffee maker, stepping outside for some fresh air. The back deck is nice – partially covered by the tree outside of your window.

When you try to go back inside, the door won't open. You pull a bit harder and wiggle the knob.

Keith sits just inside, batting his eyes as he stretches out comfortably on his chair. He continues to watch as you frantically pull at the door handle. A few seconds later, he sits up and tilts his head at you.

Meanwhile, boiling water and coffee grounds are spilling over the top of the machine. The entire counter top is covered and it's beginning to drip onto the floor.

Giving up on getting the door to miraculously open, you run barefoot around the house as fast as you can – only to find the front door locked as well.

Great, now you're locked out without shoes. You check a few windows and resign yourself to your fate of cleaning the entire kitchen when you get back in.

As you press up on another window sill to no avail, someone approaches you. She's tall and looks pretty muscular. A cigarette hangs from her mouth as she tips her sunglasses to get a better look at you. Hopefully she doesn’t think you’re a robber or anything, there's no way you could win that fight.

“You must be the new one,” she observes, thankfully not assuming you're an intruder.

“Yeah, I'm y/n.”

“Magne,” she turns, walking back towards the front porch. “Follow me.”

When you get there, she picks up a fake rock and pulls a key out. Had you looked around, it would have stuck out like a sore thumb. It's vaguely rock shaped, but the coloring is off and the plastic is slightly melted at the base.

“They keep a spare in here, someone's always locked out of this house – you're probably not even the first this week.”

“Thank you so much,” you smile as she hands you the key and turns to leave. “Great meeting you.”

“Likewise, see you around,” she says before heading down the street.

By the time you make it to the kitchen, the coffee maker has switched to “keep warm” mode after ejecting 90% of the water and grounds. You pour yourself a cup of what's left and get to work cleaning. Throughout the rest of the morning, you find that most of the appliances in the house don't work as expected. In spite of this, you manage to make breakfast.

Well, you thought you made breakfast. You leave the room to use the restroom for two minutes and come back to an empty plate.

Weird.

Starting over, you're frustrated and confused. Eventually, you realize you don't have more of any of the right ingredients to make anything cohesive and make a grocery list instead. You can pick up something small to tide you over at the corner store on the way.

Making sure to remember your keys, you head out the door. The trip to the store is quick. A blonde haired man stands behind the counter, muttering to his phone. He sits up quickly when you walk in.

“You must be the new neighbor!” you don’t think any human has ever been that excited to meet you, maybe he’s just like this all the time. “I’m Jin, everyone calls me Twice though.”

“y/n,” you reply, looking around the shelves before coming to the hot bar. “What would you recommend?”

“Definitely the potato wedges, half your house lives on them.” He’s already bagging them up before you can say another word. “Anything else?”

“No, I think that’ll be all,” you reach into your pocket and–

Unfortunately, with all the double checking for your keys, you forgot your wallet.

“I uh,” you feel each of your pockets to see if you left money in them. “Can I come back for them? I forgot my wallet at home, it'll only be a few minutes.”

“No worries, take these with you and come by any time today.”

“Really?” you ask, “thank you!”

“Of course, great meeting you!”

“You too,” you say on your way out.

The rest of the afternoon passes quickly. You head home, stop by the corner store to pay back Twice, then out to a grocery store. Getting everything you think you need and then some. As you pull up to the house, you see Tomura on the couch on the front porch. Magne, the neighbor you met earlier, is over and appears to be giving him food. It’s a really sweet thing to do, you think. You haven't done anything like that since the last time you dated someone.

In this exact moment, it occurs to you that you never asked him if he was dating anyone. He's attractive, you would imagine a lot of people are interested. Pulling yourself together somewhat, you try to look normal. Well, as normal as someone who spent half a day cleaning the kitchen after locking themselves out can look.

Awkwardly, you pull as many bags out of your car at once – determined to bring them all into the house in one trip. The two of them rush down the stairs, each taking a few.

“Thanks!” you begin putting items away, they go back to the porch. Just as you get everything cold into the refrigerator, Tomura walks in.

“Sorry if I interrupted anything,” you say as you put the last of your groceries into a cabinet.

“Not at all,” he says. “That was Magne, she's convinced I'll waste away into nothing if she doesn't feed me every once in a while.” He holds up some form of baked good wrapped in foil.

“Is she your girlfriend?” you ask, trying to sound casual. “I met her earlier today and she seems really nice.”

“No, more like a sibling. We call her big sister Magne. She's like family,” blushing and slightly stumbling over his words, he continues. “I don't have a girlfriend. Or a– or anyone like that.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to make that weird or anything.”

“It's fine,” he says quietly, staring down at his feet. “Uh, how was your day?”

“Long,” you sigh.

“How so?”

“Nothing big, just a lot of little things that added up.”

“Come on,” he says, grabbing a few drinks from the refrigerator.

You follow him upstairs and into Spinner's room. He opens the window and steps out onto the awning. Crawling through the sill, you're surprised at how grippy the shingles are for how little maintenance seems to go into this house. You take a seat next to Tomura and he hands you a drink.

The neighbor is out mowing his lawn in a sweater the same shade of yellow as his house. He glares up at the two of you before shaking his head and grumbling something.

Tomura smiles and waves then flips him off as soon as he turns around.

The two of you spend a while on the roof. Keith joins you, sitting close enough for you to rub his ears. You watch as the rest of the roommates get home. They all wave and continue about their business as if this is a normal occurrence. You hope it is.

The sun settles below the horizon, golds and pinks linger before turning into a deeper purple. A few stars speckle the sky here and there. And Tomura sits at your side, quietly watching it all with you.

Today wasn't so bad afterall.

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i was scrolling on tiktok and this small business popped up with this shirt 👀

[https://soraclothing.ca/products/decay-knit?variant=43043418210374]

i know it’s really expensive but i had to share with you!! tagging @scary-grace and @shigarakislaughter too ehehehehe

OMGGGGGGG 🤍🤍🤍

Yeah, buying this immediately. Thanks for sharing Sydney!!!

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boa constrictor boyfriend

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i know there’s more than this out there but it really is incredible that people will look at a fictional character someone else wrote and collectively say “I will write you a hundred happy endings.”