#like the differences that they forced between them to make themselves more victimized wasnt right nor true

[mx-paint]

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#cant tell if the prev account dedicated to family guy of all things is genuine or not but like. #its truly astounding seeing te/rfs and radf/ems will say something completely unironically that is literally against them #but they either. dont understand or are refusing to????? #like. the one in the notes latest post was a rb from someone complaining how 'ex members' are saying how like. #they understand why people were shittinf on them for coming after Literally all men (not just the loose complaining about men #but literally. all men.) #and the reason Why they changed in the first place was bc they realized (paraphrasing) that men were just like them #like the differences that they forced between them to make themselves more victimized wasnt right nor true #and the op is just like. but men suck and these sisters have lost their way pray they will learn their faults quickly. #girl #idk how you can see someone say they an see why people were rightfully upset about them forcing themselves into a victim role #(in their own words) #and go like. baby. sweet baby so confused. shes just a little victim. #AND THEN GET MAD WHEN SHE GETS MAD THAT YOURE DOING EXACTLY WHAT SHE SAID SHE 'LEFT' FOR

[cinnamonruts]

02 | the entrance exam

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 1.6 k

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FINDING YOUR DESIGNATED CHANGING room, you move into it. Trying to stay as much in the zone and focused as you change your shoes; “I love your uniform!” a voice says right next to you.

Instantaneously snapping you out of your focus, “The red and brow, so cute. Is that from your school?” a pink girl says, waving over your clothing.

“Uh, yeah.” You nod, a little surprised at her sudden interest in your uniform. Taking a seat on the bench, she proceeds to tie her shoes, “What school do you go to?” she smiles softly, glancing up from her shoes.

“Oda Mikio Middle School.”

Nodding at your answer, “Oh, that makes sense. I go to Mustafa Private Middle School.” smiling proudly at her for on her shoes, she stands up from the bench. Frowning as you make no movement to change out of your uniform, “You’re not changing?” she asks.

“No, I thought it would be good practice.”

Tilting her head, the confusion written all over her features, “For what?”

“Every hero should be ready for a fight in any situation. No time to change into their hero costume.” you say, which was a roundabout way of saying neither you nor your family had thought about gym clothing, but you couldn’t look unprepared in front of your competition.

Nodding at your words, she stands up, “That’s really smart, I just have my old clothes on.” she says, waving over her clothing, “Anyhow, what battlefield are you assigned to?”

“Battle Centre D. You?” you ask, hanging up your bag, “F.” she replies. Nodding to her answer, the two of you move to the door, the arrows pointing to different sides for your entrance exam, “Hello, listeners, be sure to make it to your battle centres. The exams start in a moment, rock on.” Present Mic calls out through the speakers.

Walking to your battlefield, you glance over your shoulder, “See you on the first day.” you say, waving at the girl. Making her brows furrow, “Of what?” she asks visibly confused.

“Classes.”

A smile tucks up her lips, “Okay.” she nods, holding her thumbs up, “see you then.” pumping her fist in the air. Turning around, you try to regain your focus, “Run in, kick to the curb, gather the points.” you whisper, following the arrows to your battle centre, which is just walking forward.

Arriving at the battle centre, the doors are already open. Many of the contestants are either just looking around or talking amongst themselves. Likely waiting for any type of buzzer to go off, much like yourself.

“Hey, there!” the popular radio show host calls out loudly, “Go on, there are no count downs ins real life, get on moving!” Present Mic calls out from one of the towers. Furrowing your brows you wonder how he even got up there as he violently swings his arm around.

Turning to your wrist you set a timer on your watch for ten minutes. Letting your arm fall to the side. You glance up seeing that everyone already started running, blinking at a couple of them trying to push each other yet all of them go in the same direction.

Shaking your head, you turn to the left, jogging down the street. Waiting for the bots to arrive to use your quirk, “Damn it, where are they?” you curse.

A low humming makes you turn around. Eyes widening at house massive these ‘faux villains’ are. Glancing at your watch, only thirty seconds passed. A small smile tucks up your lips, “I got this.”

Focussing on your breathing, the world starts to slow down, smiling at how the robot is seemingly standing still as it is now slowly reaching you. Jogging up to it, you walk around the bot, “There was a button here, right?” you mumble out confused, glancing all over the bot.

There is just more and more of the green metal, gasping a smile tucks up your lips, “On the neck, huh, smart.” reaching up, you turn the switch. Your watch telling you you still have nine minutes and 30 seconds left, not even a second passed.

Grinning, you shake your head, continuing to use your quirk to your advantage, “And people say there are not enough hours in a day.” you roll your eyes, running down the street. Passing your competition with ease, jumping up the arm from the robot you take your time.

Switching your quirk off, you flip the switch. Jumping from one to the next repeating the same motion all over again. Letting the four robots crash to the floor, ‘That should be twelve points.’ You think to yourself, taking another peek at your wrist making sure you have enough time; nine minutes left.

Running normally, you take a couple of deep breaths, trying to keep the nausea at bay. Seeing your next series of victims. Speeding up, their heads turn to you. Reaching its arm out, you take the chance by jumping on it. Twisting your body, you take its metal head between your legs, leaning back, you squeeze your thighs.

With all your force, swinging backwards, holding your hands out for the fall. Reaching the ground, you flip back safely landing on your feet. Letting the head fall, your new points are added to your overall score.

Shaking your head, you take a fight stance. Getting ready for the next, jumping on to its arm, slowing the world down, you kick the metal head, letting the world regain its speed again, the mere force from your speed does the rest, letting it fly off its hinges. Jumping off, you grin at the last on the line; who suffers the same faith as it just decapitated friends.

Grinning happily at your work, you move down the street. Not having any problem finding more bots, “How many go these bots are there?” you ask confused, “I have no clue.” snapping your head at the sudden voice, a girl with bright orange hair stands next to you.

“I got these.”

“They are all yours.”

Running towards the, you are not quite sure how to feel about her handing you the points. Taking a deep breath, you push it to the back of your mind, “You damn sure they are mine.” you grumble, switching them off.

Jumping to the floor, you let time resume. Having them crash down. Tilting your head over your shoulder, a little happy at the flabbergasted look on her face, “How the—”

“You got the next one, right?” smiling at the possible new friend you made. Nodding with determination her hands grow bigger as she clenching them in massive fists, “Definitely.”

Taking the one pointer in her hands, crushing the bot like it was a soda can. Making it very clear that she got it. Turning the corner, you glance back at the ginger, seeing her smash them without any issue.

The never-fading nausea, being suppressed as you smash the robots for their points. Switching the switch when you couldn’t muster up your needed speed.

Rolling around, you hold on to their arm. Flipping over much like a gymnast on a beam, you let go, trusting in yourself and your abilities to safely land on the ground. Letting the remaining two crash into each other.

“I wanted that one.” a sudden voice says, making you swiftly turn around. Eyes widening at the yellow hair with the black lightning bolt dyed into it. Almost panicking at how wrong all of this could have gone. You never even noticed their presents.

Shaking your self out of it, you remember that you are in an exam, “You will get the next.” you say. Jogging away, your stomach slushes are as the sour taste returns into your mouth. Squeezing your eyes, you swallow it back; damn, drawback—

A sudden shake of the ground, completely taken you out of your thoughts. Hearing the alarm blaring, many students run past you. Looking up, your body freezes down, “The one pointer.” you whimper.

Watching it come closer and closer, a student stands just as frozen as you. Eyes widening at his close proximity to the robot, your body moves before you register what is happening.

Letting the world slip by, you take them into your arm. Pulling them with you into your reality. Jumping out of the way, you let the world continue on its course, having the metal arm slam into the ground instead of the indigo boy.

“Are you okay?” You ask the physically shaken up guy. Taking deep breaths his eyes move all around the place, “Yeah, I- I’m fine.” He nods, coming back to planet earth, “Thank you.”

Smiling, you shake your head, “It was no biggy.” you wave off. Peeking a glance at your watch, “We have one minute left,” you breathe out, completely having lost track of time, “sure you’re fine?”

Nodding, he has a small reassuring smile, “Okay,” you nod, backing away slowly, “the off switch is on the back.”

“What?”

“The bots, their off switch is on the back,” turning the corner, you take deep breaths, slowly the world goes slower again. Only to have a wave of sour invade your taste buds.

Covering your mouth, you run to the trash can. Spilling your guts out like a foghorn. Silently praying these are real garbish bags and not just for the exam.

“Time’s up!” the voice hero calls out, a loud alarm following his announcement.

Freezing, your eyes widen, trying to no avail to mentally count how many points you have. Let’s just hope it’s enough… the encouragement and confidence your family whispered into you slowly seeping away.

A/N: what u think?????????? LET ME KNOW

in the next chapter you can expect;

— some domestic stuff

— just very nice family fluff <3

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[fuckblizzardbearlover]

Ironically i figured out one of the reasons my i’m so sympathetic to Pink in the movie is BECAUSE i was Spinel, too

alot of other people talk about feeling abandoned too but i dont often see those people ALSO talk about how obvious the developers made it that Pink outgrew her friendship with spinel and didnt know how to say goodbye.

the thing is my first two relationships and in between those my attempt at starting one I was Spinel. I was much younger than the other person and I was energetic and inexperienced and goofy and a bit childish being in my early 20s.

They loved my energy and they loved the attention and they even for awhile were as infatuated with me as i them. however as time passed and reality set in the differences were to great.

Yes they should have talked to me. yes they should have been more honest. The attempt at dating i’m 98% sure they told me they were taking their relationship to the next lvl with someone , that that was a lie to get rid of me in a polite way. See i misinterpreted the reason they revealed personal information as them telling me stuff about themselves to get to know them, and  “if we are going to date you need to know about my personality quirks” . but now i realize they were just making the conversation i was forcing (like many gay men we met via a website and they lived in a city 5 hours away).

Yes i was confused, yes i was hurt, yes i didnt understand. But i was also an aquaintence that was unwittingly demanding a lot of their time and energy. I was pushy and needy and didnt realize i was being so.

and the two men i dated long distance for months and visited when i could i realized it was hard for them to admit i wasnt right for them, because they were lonely. because they legitimately liked me. because it was easy to confuse being happy i was there for them, someone to talk to and be romantic with and to talk to everyday; it was easy to confuse that want to have someone there for them as a want for ME to be there for them. the 2nd one i even tried dating again and while i visited him 2 more times i found out he was having doubts the first time.

So, no i’m not mad at Pink for not knowing how to let go of someone she legitimately likes and doesnt want to hurt but doesnt know how to say goodbye, because i’m spinel.

I’m spinel thinking back and realizing that the signs were there. that if i knew better that i would see that this person who cared about me wasnt confortable with me being the focus of their life. It wasnt my fault. But that didnt mean i wasnt part of the problem. Sometimes ppl fuck up and there is no easy answer.

I’m embarrassed for us and feel bad at putting them through that. Yes they could have and SHOULD have handled it better and communicated their feelings to me, and i was ultimately the victim. but relationships like that arent black and white. its easy to draw lines when you know the couple/friends actually dont like each other. but its so much harder when you DO care about them and dont want to hurt them.

#su spoilers #steven universe spoil #spinel #pink diamond #personal #i guess