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My thoughts on Shinsou

So about Shinsou: The first thing we see Shinsou do is talk down to 1-A and talking about how he wants to be in the hero course. I was expecting him to therefore be someone who tries really hard despite everything to be a hero.

Unfortunately as seen in his fight with Midoriya he is nothing like that. Shinsou talks shit to Midoriya about quirks and discrimination but when Midoriya breaks free of the mind control, he wins easily. Someone who wants to be a hero should definitely be able to throw a punch or dodge. Instead he instantly loses. This scene proves to me that he isn't hero material at all. Not to mention the fact that he was talking to Midoriya of all people about being looked down upon because of his quirk.

Midoriya is someone who has faced far more quirk based adversity than Shinsou and this scene felt like it was setting up for a moment between the two boys (or at least some kind of comparison or parallel).

One of Shouji's main things is that people find him scary so he wears a mask. He has clearly been seen as a villain but he's not an asshole like Shinsou is.

At this point Shinsou seems like a perfect rival for Midoriya. They both have quirk related issues, they both want to be heroes, and they both have reasons to interact. Midoriya because he wants to help Shinsou like he did Todoroki and Shinsou because he clearly likes to tell people he wants to beat them.

Shinsou very clearly could have, and should have been everything Bakugou is. And unlike Bakugou he doesn't have 12 years of abusive history to slow him down. Instead Horikoshi rarely brings him up and fans fawn over him despite the fact he's just a loser jerk.

Canon Shinsou has nothing redeeming about him and hasn't improved one bit. Aizawa favours him and gives him special treatment and never seems to berate him for verbally abusing both Midoriya and Ojiro (who he called a monkey). At least in the lightnovels we see him feel remorse for what he said to Ojiro (but not for Midoriya).

At the very least his hero motivation could be to uplift those with so called villain quirks but even his hero motivation seems to be non-existent. All in all Shinsou had so much opportunity to be an interesting character but instead his lack of character development paints him as nothing but a jerk and a bully, proving once again that Horikoshi hates all character development.

Maybe he would have had the time to improve his character if a certain someone (Bakugou) didn't take up most of the character time.

I know I’m really going hard with the Bakugo bashing today, but I’m not gonna lie, he has the energy of that one white kid at school who listened to Eminem, or gangsta rap in general once and thinks he’s had a hard life, getting upset at facing actual consequences for his actions, meanwhile he’s the most spoiled/privileged kid in the class. We all went to school with that kid don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.

Ms.NotSoIndependent

Stack Moore(Sinners2025)x black reader:

Genre: smut with very little angst

Summary: once stack comes from chicago. he realizes how independent you've become and the tension you have towards him

Preview: “I knew you’d be mad... but you been treatin’ me like I'm just any other normal ass nigga. Like I don’t mean nothin’ to you,” he said, squatting in front of you so you were eye level.“Obviously, you forgot who the fuck I am... so let me remind you real quick.”

Word count: 1,192

Warning: the content with in this story contains sexual themes of aggressive conversations, fingering, smut, cunnilingus

It had been about two weeks since Stack came back into town after he and his brother's unannounced trip. He returned thinking the same sweet, charismatic, and loving girl he left behind would greet him with hugs and kisses. Instead, he was met with a cold, nonchalant, and independent woman who wouldn’t even give him a passing glance.

He knew leaving without telling you was wrong, so he had been trying to make up for it by helping you reach dishes on the top shelf, fixing the leaky sink, even offering to carry your groceries home. But every time, he was either ignored, brushed off, or straight-up told you didn’t need his help. Stack had been trying to keep his cool, hoping you’d eventually break out of this bratty phase. But today... you pushed him too far. And he snapped.

You were already having a rough day. The chores around the house stacked up as high as the dishes in the sink. Your mood was on edge when Stack decided to stop by.

“What you got planned for today?” he asked, trying to start a conversation.

You didn’t even bother responding to the man whose voice irritated you every time he spoke.

“Okay… still being a brat,” he mumbled under his breath. You turned around and shot him the dirtiest look you could manage.

Leaning lazily against a chair in the kitchen, he stayed unfazed. “Me and my brother are having the grand opening of the juke joint tonight. I want you there for me.”You immediately responded, almost cutting him off, “Not interested. I got too much to do around the house anyway.” You went back to scrubbing the dishes without giving him another look. Stack took it as another chance to lend a hand. “Well, then let me help you. I really wa—”, “I don’t need your help, Stack!” you snapped, swinging around too fast. The dish in your hand slipped and shattered across the floor. “Shit,” you muttered under your breath. You dropped to your knees to pick up the broken pieces carefully. “I don’t even know why you’re here. You left me. I’ve moved on. You need to do the same.”you said coldly.

Stack’s face dropped. His patience finally ran out. “You know I’ve been tryin’ to be nice to you,” he said lowly, the tension in the room thickening. The house grew suffocatingly silent.

Stack started walking toward you, the crunch of porcelain under his boots echoing off the walls.

“I knew you’d be mad... but you been treatin’ me like I'm just any other normal ass nigga. Like I don’t mean nothin’ to you,” he said, squatting in front of you so you were eye level.“Obviously, you forgot who the fuck I am... so let me remind you real quick.”

You stood up just as he did, trying to hold your ground.“I don’t know what the hell you talkin’ about.”He stepped forward, closing the space between you, backing you into the kitchen counter.You could feel the heat radiating off his body.“Boy, move,” you warned, trying to slip past him, but he grabbed your wrists, holding you in place. He leaned into your ear. “You forgot what it felt like when daddy was here to take care of you. But I'm back now... and I ain't goin’ nowhere.” His words made your breath hitch.

Your eyes scanned his face, trying to tell if he was serious. He started kissing down your neck, rubbing your curves, slowly lifting your dress. You gasped at the way his hands roamed, but you had longed for his touch for too long to push him away. “Stack... move,” you tried to protest, your voice trembling with hidden moans.His mouth found your sweet spot near your jawline, making your knees buckle. Stack noticed immediately, smirking against your skin.

“See? All that 'I don’t need you' bullshit...” he murmured. “But your body can’t lie to me, baby.”

You hated how your body betrayed you.But with Stack... you couldn’t even fight it.You barely registered being lifted onto the counter until you felt the cold countertop on your skin, making you gasp. Stack ran his hands up your thighs, giving small squeezes, reaching your panties.The rough pads of his fingers and his husky cologne made you melt.

He stopped, looking you directly in the eyes as he rubbed you through your panties.

Your moans slipped out despite yourself.He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice rough. He leaned closer, only inches away from your face.

“Tell me you want me to leave... and I'll go.”You wanted to slap him. Push him away. Cuss him out for the pain he caused when he left. But no words came out, only breathless moans. Because deep down, you didn’t want him to leave. And he knew it.

Stack smirked, feeling your surrender.

He ripped your panties off, slipping two fingers inside you, massaging your breast with his other hand.“I know you’re mad at me for leavin’,” he growled, “but daddy’s back now. And I’m gonna take real good care of you, okay?”He slowed the movement of his fingers to an agonizing pace, waiting for your answer.“O-Okay,” you finally whimpered out, desperate for him to keep going.

He chuckled lowly. “...Okay what?” he teased, stopping again.“Okay, Daddy!” you cried out. Proud, Stack laughed in your face, cocky as ever. “There’s my girl.”

He slipped his fingers out and pushed them into your mouth.You sucked eagerly, happy to have your man back. Then he kissed you, a long, heated kiss that felt like a lifetime of waiting poured into it. When he finally broke away, he stared at your swollen lips, the hickeys blooming on your neck, the sweat forming on your skin.“Let me take care of you. Make up for lost time.”

Stack dropped to his knees between your thighs, kissing you everywhere until he reached your pussy. Without hesitation, he started devouring you, like he had been starving for you.You almost lost control instantly, gripping the back of his head, moaning his name.When you started grinding against his face, chasing the high he was giving you, he locked eyes with you.The sight nearly pushed you over the edge. But just when you were about to cum, Stack abruptly pulled away.

“Wait—Stack, please,” you whined, desperate for more.

He smirked, standing up, adjusting his suit while your juices still coated his face.

“And you said you didn’t need me,” he teased. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small wad of cash and tucked it between your breasts, brushing your skin just enough to make you shiver. “Now go get you a new dress, shoes, and get pretty for me. Cause we're going dancing tonight” He kissed your lips one last time before heading to the front door.Before closing it behind him, he turned and shot you a wink with his signature smirk. You couldn’t help but smile, still aching for the touch you swore you didn’t need.

~ first post I hope yall like it!💫

An Easy Fix for Zoe

The writers have made a big deal about how French the show is and how only French writers could write it even though it does nothing to really route the viewer in France outside of the general setting. There's no cultural exchange going on here. In fact, the show will straight up ignore things like French laws in order to make a plot work! Everything I've learned about France has come from research done for writing fanfic and not anything from the actual show.

Wouldn't it have been cool if that's why they introduced Zoe, though? If they brought on a foreign character specifically so that they could slip in little facts about French culture? I would have loved that and totally forgiven them for how much of a Mary Sue she is.

╰┈➤ 七海建人 / /👒🥖🎷💼⏳ ⁺ ˳ ★ ⊹.*

K.N

@mikeellee @kite2013

As you both notice, it's kind of funny how the interactions of Dr Garaki with both Nine and Shigaraki are such different in the way the scientist treats them (despite both are just lab rats in the end).

Because see how Garaki openly insults, disrespects and laughs of Shigaraki ideas in front of his supposed friends.

Garaki probably felt almost insulted for having to keep the game going just because AFO wants Shigaraki to have this illusion of free choice, when in reality he's just a kid which they still have in the palm of their hand.

Even after MVA when Garaki shows a bit more of tolerancy to Shigaraki for mantain the illusion, in the inside he still makes fun of him because obviously he's the only person to really know Shigaraki is just a vessel playing to be the super villain.

But then we have his interview with Nine...

Notice how the aptitude and demeanor of the doctor is completely the opposite of what we saw with Shigaraki.

Despite obviously he's offering Nine be part of a shady experiment, he acts strangely polite and even shows a bit of curiosity when Nine expose his motives to be part in the experiment.

But also, Garaki thinks Nine is a dangerous individual despite in theory he should be the one in control of the situation and unlike in Shigaraki's case, Nine is alone in front of the doctor.

The biggest difference on how Garaki view Nine and Shigaraki, is that in the first case he sees a real man with strong convictions and an indomitable will who could actually change the curse of the world if he's given the chance.

This is my headcanon, but I think Garaki saw in Nine's eyes the closet to AFO in spirit and convictions (and it's interesting how both of them have the same white/silver eyes, coincidende?).

But for Shigaraki?

He only sees a dumb kid who doesn't even understand the situation he's in. A more obvious puppet who can be used the way he likes.

Shigaraki never had any chance with Garaki.

Oh I forgot to mention, but it's also funny as hell how the doctor shows more respect to Dabi in their private conversations than he does with Shigaraki in the same situation.

This happens because just like Nine, Dabi was a dangerous person who can't be controled so easily by him. So at least it gives him a bit more of respect by the crazy doctor.

The best part of the London Special was when Ladybug said "Its London time!" and spent 99% of the special being anywhere but London.

An overly detailed analysis of Muzan’s walking patterns

The way Muzan walks in this scene has been criticized for being “careless” or “rude,” and I see why people would say that considering his seeming disregard for the dead bodies, but I would like to propose an alternate theory. When I was watching this episode (and before I had seen anyone else comment on this scene), I noticed that his walk seemed oddly familiar to me and I think I’ve figured out why. It’s the way someone walks when they are actively thinking about how they’re walking.

I have an autoimmune joint condition that causes pain in my hips and back, and when it flares up, I have to force myself to stand up super straight and take really calculated steps when I walk to avoid doing things that cause the pain to get worse. I try take the straightest possible path, to not to change my steps by stepping over things to reduce variables that could make me “mess up” and move in a way that hurts. Muzan’s walk here looks a lot like my walk when I am doing this. He’s consistent, he’s stiff, he keeps a straight line, and he avoids stepping over or on things.

This makes sense given his backstory. Not only did he grow up chronically ill, he’s also permanently injured from Yoriichi’s past attacks on him. He’s probably in some amount of pain (or at least is very familiar with chronic pain). Even despite him becoming a demon and gaining a stronger body, you can still see it in the way he moves. He’s methodical about using his body in a way that only those who have suffered through chronic pain would be.

Drawing spooky characters during October. Day 16. Muzan Kibutsuji.