"I Imagine Death So Much It Feels More Like A Memory

Here's just a little sneak peek at the fun and amazing work of art that is called...

Airwaves Unscripted (PapaMic) by Chimera_Regarion on WP!

It's crack and it's beautiful and you should definitely go read it right this second- ANYWAY on to it...

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(Izuku Midoriya's POV)

"-and I swear, if I see one more hero posting a 'thoughts and prayers' tweet after doing jack shit to fix the problem, I'm gonna lose my mind." I say, drumming my fingers against the desk.

"Oh-ho, careful, Zuzu!" Dad snickers. "You're gonna make all the corporate heroes cry into their brand sponsorships!"

"Oh no, whatever shall they do? Maybe wipe their tears with the stacks of cash they made off merchandise while ignoring the civilians suffering right outside their shiny-ass agencies?*" I lean into the mic, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm just a kid, what do I know?"

"You know too much," Dad sighs dramatically. "Society's golden boy, how dare you think critically?"

"I know, I should be grateful!" I throw a hand up. "Look at me, a student at U.A., the peak of all human existence, training under heroes who definitely, absolutely, 100% never screw up or fail anyone! Right, Dad?"

Dad snorts, trying to hold in his laughter. "Oh, absolutely. Heroes are always perfect, and the system has zero flaws."

"Exactly!" I gesture wildly. "*Clearly, those people who get ignored, overlooked, or outright abandoned just didn't try hard enough. If they wanted help, they should've been conveniently located near a hero who was having a good day!"

Dad claps his hands. "And let's not forget the golden rule: If you're not 'hero material, then society's just not built for you! That's your fault, obviously!"

"Mmm, yes, let's talk about that!" I tap the mic. "my new brother, who totally doesn't hate my guts-hi, by the way! spent his entire childhood being told he's villainous because his quirk is scary. Meanwhile, I-quirkless, useless, disposable-got the same treatment but for a different reason. Because society loves picking favorites.*"

Dad hums. "It's almost like... the system is designed to benefit a select few while leaving the rest to rot?*"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, careful now, Dad." I gasp. "That almost sounded like criticism! We can't have that! You're a pro hero! What if people start thinking for themselves?!"

"Perish the thought!"

"Exactly!" I slam my hands down. "Heroes are the good guys, and if you dare question anything about them, you must be anti-hero or pro-villain! Those are the only two options, right?"

Dad dramatically wipes a fake tear. "It's so simple when you put it like that, Zuzu."

"I try." I smirk. "Wouldn't wanna burden people with nuance or critical thinking. That's dangerous, you know."

"Super dangerous."

We both pause. The silence lingers for a second, stretching just long enough to be uncomfortable.

Because it's not really a joke.

We mean every word.

"Anyway," I shake my head, breaking the moment. "Let's move on before we accidentally wake up the morality police. What's next?"

Dad glances at his notes. "Ooooh, this one's fun! 'Heroes with their own energy drinks-a discussion on capitalism, branding, and selling out!"

I groan. "Oh, kill me now."

Dad cackles. "Buckle up, partner, it's gonna be a wild ride!"

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... Please go read it, it's crack and I'm living for it

Damn I want a whole story on this now

I’ve seen that future…

If you had told Danny that joining the justice league would mean getting up at the ass crack of dawn to go to some stupid meeting, he never would have joined. Well that not fully true but he might have agreed to have a Zata tube installed in Amity. Even with how much he hates those things it still seems like a better idea now that he is flying through space trying to catch up with this stupid satellite. He was already late thanks to Skulker, which means he missed his perfectly times window to catch the watchtower in orbit so now he’s here playing catch up.

He didn’t even bother to slow down from his Mach 20 pace when he reached it. Just turned intangible and shot through the window into the meeting room. He was expecting to get scolded for being late. Or for his dramatic entrance but he was not expecting the other members to not notice him at all on account of them arguing.

Taking the golden opportunity to get out of a scolding, (he did not want to be the victim of another bat glare) he kept he’s mouth shut and floated down to Hal. Who seemed to be sulking off to the side of the fight. “Dude, what’s gonna on?”

“Batman,” the name was spat like a curse. “Had plans on how to take us all out.” Hal waved to the screen before him, inviting Danny to look.

“Really?” He floated to the screen, seeing files with each leaguer’s name. After a moment of hesitation, he clicked on his own.

“Yeah! Can you fucking believe this?” Hal growled out. “He planned on how to kill us all and is now acting like we’re the unreasonable ones.” Danny would normally be shaken by Hal’s anger. The guy so rarely got truly anger that it startled Danny every time. In that moment however he couldn’t bring his attention way from the screen. It was a decent plan. Risky, unlikely to work but decent. The fact Batman did this at all though. “You think you know a guy, right? Phantom?” Hal asked when he saw the ghost wasn’t responding to him.

Before he could continue his questioning Phantom shot off across the room. All leaguers that could keep up with the ghost speed braces from a fight when they saw him heading straight for Batman. They were anger with him yeah but they didn’t want him dead. They all knew Phantom was physically capable of doing that and had only seen him fly this fast in battle.

Their concern turned to confusion however when Danny stopped dead still just before the dark knight. Looking the man over before reaching to the side, Danny’s hand disappearing into a green vortex that appeared out of thin air. When he pulled back, a small metal box, no bigger than a watch box, laid in his hand as he presented it to Batman.

“This is a blood blossom.” The soft words cut through the tense silence. “It is one of, no it is the only thing that can kill me. For good.” Batman looked at the box, then at the boy. Determination sat on his brows despite the tired sadness that coloured his eyes. “If I…” His eyes broke away from the white lenses. “If I go bad. Please. I understand you don’t want to kill. So please, give this to someone who will kill me.”

No one moved for a moment as they processed the request. Emotions shifting wildly in them all. Superman’s landing on anger. “Why would you give him that?!” He stepped forward. “He already plans to kill us all why would you give him that?!”

“Because I’ve seen that future.” The conference was stated plainly. Melancholy waiting down on the boy as he turn to the others. “The realms are different than here.” His trembled. “Time works differently. You can walk into tomorrow and run into yesterday. Every possibly future exists within the realms.”

He scanned each heroes face as his voice harden. “I’ve seen what happens. I know what happens if I turn.” Danny took a deep breath as he met superman’s eyes. Gazing at him with eyes that saw more than what was in front of him. “I killed you first Clark.” It was stated as fact. Non of them could bring themselves to doubt him. “Then Diana. Then Hal. One by one each one of you were killed… by me.”

His breath came out frosted, his emotions making it hard to keep from freezing the watchtower as he turned back to Batman. “You survived the longest. Out of everyone here you got the closest to stopping me. In that reality however, you didn’t know about ghost. Didn’t know how to fight me.” He held out the box again. “Please, I can’t let that future happen.”

Everyone was stunned. Watching in silent shock as the horror of what Phantom said sunk in. Batman recovers quickest, slowly reaching out to grab that box which he now identified as being made of lead.

“Thank you Phantom.” There was more to those words than what it may appear. A silent reassess that the ghost picked up on.

Notes app dump!!!

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Elysian had many meanings but the one that stood out was how it was the place of the blessed after death. It had nothing to do with your actual quirk though, but you didn't care.

All stories have a beginning, but this does not necessarily mean that a beginning has to be the first part of a story. -It started... by DonJonson

Denki groans. “Look, as long as Bakugou doesn’t Baku-Bark at me, I think I’m safe.”

While both lassitude and lethargy describe a state of tiredness or inactivity, lassitude emphasizes a more general weariness and lack of interest, while lethargy specifically implies drowsiness or a decrease in consciousness. In simpler terms, lassitude is a feeling of being tired and not wanting to do anything, while lethargy is a more severe state of drowsiness and apathetic behavior.

he definitely has a little platonic crush, a squish, if you will

@Ty Cameron:"I am not an advocate for frequent changes in laws and constitutions, but laws and institutions must go hand in hand with the progress of the human mind” ~Thomas Jefferson

“We and the rain will take care of him. You were never here, but you must go before you are.”

“Hey, little listeners. I have a very special guest here who would like to party with you all!”

@❤️:fr I thought it broke…. no turns out im just broke😭

(First one as in broken promise second one as in no money. Talking about the ladies oven that when you pull it down it retracts in on itself)

@Setti Robson:I heard a quote once that said “I accept the bare minimum from my partners because I was taught to expect the bare minimum from the people who supposed loved me the most”

@ren:):dude. i had a dream once that i was waving out the window to a scary shadowy figure across the street. i was so scared of it for years, until i dreamed i was on the other side, waving back

@dumbitch'o'possum ✨️Scraprat✨️:that audio could fit maladaptive daydreaming. dreaming your life away only to wake up one day and realize your dreams have died years ago and you were stuck within the memory, chasing the fantasy.

@dumbitch'o'possum ✨️Scraprat✨️:you don't have to kill to be the death of others. "all I gave them was death" as her body rotted alive, withering from neglect, having chased a fantasy that made her forget her mortality.

@laurabrannann:“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I have ever known.” - Chuck Palahniuk

@angrylez:But the juxtaposition of “I’m not a violent dog, I don’t know why I bite” and “The dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. My guilt will not purify me.” I know I am not a bad dog and yet still I bite, so does it really matter what kind of dog I am? I am still a dog that bites

@Cherub:I did not realize the 'great' in "Make America Great again" was referring to the Great Depression my bad guy

@yesenia 🌻:Make America Great…Ly depressed again omg

"You don't need a quirk to be great, Izuku. Just a heart that's willing to try."

@Bigulsworth:“Some people are nice even if their personality is a little different” damn

Every good thing in this world started with a dream

@Walbeard:To quote Brennan Lee Mulligan “are you striving for greatness or working to avoid disappointment?”

"-because I have TEETH! and I like to use them sometimes" 🤣💖 I don't know why I love this so much

@Lady_Brisarys:“Since light travels faster than sound, some people might seem bright until you hear them speak”😂😂

The itsy bitsy spider song- @Xander Wilgar:It's a song about fake hopes and how the upper class keeps raining down on the lower and middle class to keep them away from the ☀️

Men be like "Let me just play Devil's Advocate" like no, Shut up. You are the Devil:

-This post Has Influenced Me Beyond Reason.. Yesterday a man said to me "well, to be devil's advocate-" and I said "there's no 'advocate, men are the devil and when you speak its with his tongue" and he stared at me until be both awkwardly laughed bc I momentarily was haunted by a Victorian feminist ghost

-guy said he was being The devil's advocate girl responds with "self advocating? That's a bold move."

@Good2deigh:Sometimes you have to play the fool to fool the fool who thinks he's fooling you ~ September Virgo 🙋‍♀️

@Rita Gogo:“Disloyalty is never forgiven because where is Lucifer” you ate with that!!!

William Shakespeare once wrote “The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.” He wrote it in one of his less known plays called “As You Like It”

If your best freind was holding a gun to your head what would your final words be?:

@Antonio Muñoz: “Told you I’d take a bullet for you, but never imagined you’d be the one pulling the trigger”

“If I had a nickel for every time you asked me to take my clothes off I’d have two nickles which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened twice, especially coming from someone who thinks I’m a kid, seems a little suspect if you ask me.”

(Homeless vigilanteed Izuku, dadzawa wanting to check the healed stab wound on his leg, dadzawa does not know his identity and only assumes he's a kid because of his size which is true but dadzawa does not know that)

Conditions May Apply by CinnamonPinecones on ao3 ~348,276 words (so far 119 ch. Waiting on updates) really good read 100% recommend 💖

*The Wreckage He Left*

He came with swagger, full of might,

A showman draped in blinding light.

Promises spun like a carnival wheel,

But behind the glow was cold, hard steel.

He whispered rage to hollow souls,

Poured gasoline in hidden bowls,

Igniting fears, fanning hate—

Turning hearts to a darker state.

He crushed the weak with careless words,

Let greed take flight like hungry birds.

Ignored the pleas of those in pain,

Left them stranded in the rain.

Children torn from open arms,

Families shattered, dreams uncharmed,

He built his walls and watched them cry—

A border crossed by silent sighs.

He mocked the earth, dismissed its plea,

Laughed off its fires, its rising seas.

Turned away from our dying lands,

While forests burned beneath his hands.

And justice, too, he pulled apart,

Broke its spine, unbound its heart.

Bent laws to suit his shifting game,

And turned our values into shame.

Now left behind, a fractured place,

With wounds that time must now erase.

A nation scarred, but still we stand,

To rebuild, renew, with steadier hands.

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Things will get better, they have to. They can't stay bad forever, right?

*Echoes of a Kingdom Lost*

He stood atop his gilded stage,

A kingdom built on fear and rage.

With words like fire, sharp and cold,

He took his power at a cost.

He promised glory, vowed to save,

Yet led the hopeful to a grave.

Beneath his smile, a shadow lay,

A price for dreams he threw away.

He silenced truth, distorted facts,

Bent the system till it cracked.

Cast out science, shunned the wise,

Blind to earth’s collapsing cries.

Where unity once tried to grow,

He sowed division, let it show.

Friends turned strangers, torn and crossed,

Trust among us slowly lost.

He placed a wedge, a sharpened thorn,

In places fragile, scarred, and worn,

And left us all to tend the tears

Of families broken, lost in fear.

Now echoes linger in his place,

A hollow throne, an empty space.

We stand and sift through what remains,

To heal, to grow beyond the chains.

With steady hearts, we face the cost—

To find the kingdom he has lost.

**Beneath the Flag**

O land of promise, bold and bright,

Your stars once blazed a hopeful light,

But shadows fall where dreams decay,

As gilded hopes drift far away.

Skies of blue and fields of green,

Hide truths beneath a painted scene,

Where wealth divides, and justice sways,

And voices fade in endless haze.

Cities hum and highways roar,

Yet many struggle, wanting more;

The streets are paved with stories lost,

And freedom bears a quiet cost.

A land of plenty, yet denied,

Where broken dreams and secrets hide.

...Where hope and hardship still collide.

......Where shadows linger, hope entwined.

Where hands reach out but come back bare,

And promises hang in the air,

A country torn, a dream betrayed,

As weary hearts still hope for aid.

Reimagined Green Eggs and Ham. Plz go follow her on TikTok @justayari (I think she's going to make a book with it!)

"I do not owe you eggs or ham" by Magaly Sosa:

I do not want green eggs, mmm I do not want green eggs and ham, I do not want them, sam I am, I said it once I said it clear, my no is real, it's rooted here, do not ask me in a house, do not ask me with a mouse, don't try a train or boat or box, I don't need tricks, I don't need talks, I said no kindly, I said it plain, why ask me once and ask again, I don't need pressure, I don't need fear, I don't need please set (said?) in my ear, you twist my words to make me bend, that's not persuasion, it's a trend, where 'no' means maybe and 'not now' gets questioned, poked then flip somehow, you call it fun, you call it game, I do not owe and I will not shrink, my sacred no, and Sam he blinked, he breathed, he knew, he bowed and said "I honour you"

One of my favorite insults:

As useful as a soup Sandwich