When the bookstore at the mall put up its help wanted posters, I jumped at the chance to put in my application. Between being an avid reader who had practically lived amongst the store’s shelves in high school and a broke community college student taking a semester off to save money, it seemed still customer service.
It was my sixth day of First Grade at Beaumont Elementary in Devon, Pennsylvania I was a 5-year-old new kid Mrs. Kowalski was still learning our names The School Board decided not to tell the students what happened Didn’t want 7000 children in a panic Thought we were safer in school Than with distraught and distracted parents on highways It was just another Tuesday
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember the weeks that followed The red eyes of adults around me The fantastical and horrific stories The tears and denial of friends who lost loved ones All burned into my psyche
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember my parents going to New York a month after the attacks for their anniversary They brought back gifts from the Toys R Us in Times Square And stories of dust covered cars that would never be reclaimed
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember hearing that we were going to war I remember my fear for children like me who would get hurt I remember resigned acceptance “We’re just getting the bad guys,” people said “You’re too young to understand”
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember my confusion when my father couldn’t walk my mother and I to the gate at Philadelphia International “But the last time we visited Aunt Theresa you waved goodbye” What I would’ve given to go back to 1999
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember the dead Young Americans fighting out of grief and misguided patriotism Iraqis and Afghans and Pakistanis slaughtered out of revenge I remember pushing a bully down a slide on a playground when he asked my friend if her parents bombed buildings A week later he tripped me going down the stairs, spraining my ankle “Al Qaeda supporter,” he whispered
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember a war I remember being desensitized to images of gore and destruction I remember a norm of hatred and aggression in the name of patriotism and security I remember learning of the ever-mounting debt being saddled on my generation Debts that my grandchildren will still be paying off Debts of money and of blood
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember traveling to other countries Being reminded to exercise caution when telling people we’re Americans I remember the surprise on their faces “But you’re so nice” “You don’t look like war-mongers”
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember the nausea I felt when we learned in school that we armed and trained Al Qaeda and the Taliban That we caused the Iranian Revolution That we fund corruption and war when it fits our needs That we’ve murdered millions in the name of freedom That we are a nation of terrorists ourselves
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember years of teachers glossing over the early 2000s “You know this already” I remember finally speaking up Asking Mr. Palmatier to go over the events of that infamous day I remember his stunned silence as he looked at his 2nd period AP US History class “Sir…we were 6…we don’t remember”
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember the fear I feel every time I fly Every time I ride public transport Every time I’m in a crowded area Every time I’m at a national site
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember visiting memorials on a frigid day in December Sleet masked the tears on my face So much death and destruction An endless war A generation that grew up on fear A generation that could learn Learn to empathize Learn to love Learn from the mistakes of those who came before us
I don’t remember 9/11 But I can’t forget everything since I won’t forget
Not all relationships are perfect. Their relationship is clearly NOT PERFECT, but is everything sunshine and rainbows in real life? No. It’s not. Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku have a strained relationship. To quote All Might, “Both of them are actually pretty clever, but they fall apart in a second when it comes to each other:
Envy, Hate, Pursuit, Awe, Rejection, Pride:
From what I’ve heard, they have so many different feelings about that they don’t know how to interact anymore.” -All Might (Toshinori Yagi)
They really don’t. Which is why, when you see that Katsuki actually lowered his pride by one 0.01% to actually team up with Izuku to plan, angry planning with scary af kabedon punch to the wall near Izuku’s head, but they still planned shit! They planned shit together to try and get a leg up over All Might:
They still have a LONGGGG way to go as heroes, growing teenagers, strained rivals and as the two main characters of this story. All Might has hope for them, I have hope for them, so these two are changing. Changing slowly, sooo slowly (in the anime-since the manga is further), but it’s change. These two are dynamic character with drastically different personalities, but overall similar motivations. They clash here and eventually team up at the end, enough to pass together.
And though Bakugou Katsuki probably won’t be happy this happened:
But this is what needs to happen. Katsuki needs to be humbled and this is a START. Only a start, but so satisfying, just like the deserved wake-up punch Izuku did to Katsuki:
This is Bakugou Katsuki’s Origin: Fighting along side the person he’s looked down upon, bullied and thought was just “the pebble on the side of the road.”
Sooner or later down the line, Katsuki would probably look back fondly at this and reveal that to no one (especially Izuku, because come one, Katsuki wouldn’t want anyone to know that) and at that time he would have grown so much. I don’t know what chapter that will be…(chapter 500+ idk lik), but by then they’ll all have developed as characters. Midoriya Izuku would have grown alongside the boy who used to be his childhood idol turned asshole turned horrible rival turned healthy rival turned friend. That’s how well written characters are supposed to be, ever changing for the good and bad. Thank goodness that this happened, because this was a good change for them both.
I eagerly await for Izuku and Katsuki to evolve more as they already have here. This is now my favorite episode. Legit. Serious. 100% favorite episodes because, of all the emotions within this. They portrayed how it was in the manga perfectly, all the gut-wrenching and tears. Yep.
This is the best…for now. Love you, Bakugou and Midoriya. Stay ever evolving budding heroes that you are:
Five Times Tony Stark Was a Good Dad (And One Time He Wasn’t)
So, I’m obsessed with the whole idea that Peter is Tony’s unofficial son and it’s only supported by Tony’s appearance in Spider-Man Homecoming, so I came up with this series, which is in the works and also posted on my AO3 account. If you like it or have any suggestions as to where I should take this, please don’t hesitate to let me know! Also, forgive any spelling errors or mistakes, I finished this at three in the morning one night and I was too lazy to go back and fix them. Enjoy!
Tony swore when he was twelve years old that he would never be a father. He remembered that moment clearly, like it had just happened a day ago, not well over thirty years ago. He was in his room, his father still screaming in a drunken rage at his mother over something Tony did, his anger and disappointment following Tony down the hallway of their New York penthouse apartment. He remembered sitting on the cold tile floor of his room, head rest against the heavy wooden door that was doing nothing to muffle his father’s harsh words.
His father was angry, Tony had gotten kicked out of his third private school on the East Coast, the letter expulsion still clutched in his father’s harsh grasp. He wasn’t sure if he had ever seen his father this furious before and Tony knew that the only thing that saved him from taking a glass full of scotch to the face was his mother’s presence in the room. Maria Stark might’ve been docile about a lot of things, but Howard taking his rage out on Tony physically, that would never fly in this house hold.
Tears of anger and embarrassment welled in Tony’s eyes and he wiped them away furiously, refusing to waste anymore energy on that man that he was forced to acknowledge as his father. No matter what Tony did, it was never enough to please Howard Stark. He made his first prototype of an arch reactor at the age of six, Howard wanted it by age five. Tony skipped three grades, Howard wanted him to skip four. Tony, despite his age, was offered a spot at MIT and if Howard had it his way? He would’ve been there a year ago. No matter how much Tony achieved, how many goals he surpassed, he always came up short in Howard’s eyes. Being the constant source of Howard’s disappointment and ire made Tony wonder if he would ever succeed in his father’s eyes, if his dad would ever clap him on the back and say “I’m proud of you, son.”
He wondered, some nights, when he’d lie awake in his too big bed in his too big room in his too big house, if his father had ever wanted children, had wanted Tony.
The thought crossed his mid countless of times, until it latched onto his cerebral cortex and sat there, like the worst form of cancer that had no possible cure.
And while Tony sat there, head resting tiredly against the warm wood, Howard’s voice still echoing down the long hallway, that cancer spread until it proved fatal.
He never wanted his children to feel like this.
A complete and utter failure.
Tony was self-aware enough to know that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, that human nature was a pattern and patterns were destined to repeat themselves, without fail. Anger and rage and disappointment were the only form of affection Tony was used to getting to his father. His father was a cold man, always keeping Tony at a distance that no matter how hard he tried, Tony could never quite breach.
And Tony knew, no matter how hard he tried, he would always end up like his father.
Peter Parker came into his life unexpectedly and despite popular opinion, unplanned. He’d been keep tabs on the Spider-Kid since the kid popped up on his radar a few months ago, clad in that god awful homemade leotard/hoodie contraption and flying around Queens on his webs with all the grace of a child learning to walk for the first time. Tony never planned to actually meet the kid behind the mask or reaching out to the flying kid in his homemade costume, but when the Avengers disbanded and the only family Tony had ever known was decreasing in numbers, he needed back up.
Looking back, his intentions were purely selfish and it shamed him to admit, when he dropped the kid back off in his sketchy neighborhood in Queens with the new suit he’d made him, he never had any intention of keeping in contact with the kid.
To absolve himself from the guilt, he appointed Happy as his chaperone and threw himself into creating new legs for Rhodey, another way to attempting to soothe ache of guilt that had settled along with the shrapnel, in his battered heart.
He underestimated Peter, who was pushy and persistent and finally, after three months, Happy threw his phone at Tony and told him to call the kid. That night, Tony, with a glass of scotch in hand, filtered through the hundreds of voicemails Peter had left Happy—anecdotes of his daily patrols, everything from helping old ladies cross the street, stopping bike thieves to getting cats out of trees. Each story was told with excruciating detail, in that excited ramble the kid got whenever he was particularly enthused about something and warmth settled around Tony’s heart, fond amusement making his lips curl into his first genuine smile in months.
It took Tony another week to reach out to the kid, but he did and that’s how he found himself, in one of his more flashier cars, sitting outside of Peter’s school. He ignored the gawking, the stunned stares and the whispers of the students filtering out of the school, his eyes scanning the crowd before they landed on a familiar head of messy hair.
Peter was talking excitedly to the chubby, dark haired Asian kid by his side, who was nodding along to everything Peter said with a look of pure wonder on his face and Tony wondered briefly if his little friend knew that his BFF moonlighted as a super-hero in spandex at night.
Another kid appeared by Peter’s side and Tony watched as Peter visibly tensed and tried to skirt around the kid, but the kid threw a hand out and stopped Peter in his tracks.
The cocky grin that appeared on the kid’s face was all too familiar to Tony and before he could even second guess himself, he was out of his car and walking towards the three boys, ignoring the murmurs coming from the crowd.
“—when are you gonna stop lying about your internship with Tony Stark, Penis Parker? There’s no way someone like Tony Stark would ever take on a charity case like you—“
Peter looked up when he heard the murmuring crowd fall to a hush and his gaze landed on Tony.The amount of surprise in the kid’s features made Tony’s gut clench that in no way had to do with the greasy cheeseburger he ate on the way over here.
“M-Mr. Stark, what, uh, what are you doing here?” Peter stammered, flicking his gaze back to would be bully in front of him.
“Yeah, Parker, like I’m gonna fall for that—“
“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” Tony interrupted, smirking in satisfaction when the kid that was giving Peter a hard time, froze, turning his disbelieving eyes on to Tony.
“Y-You-You’re Tony Stark.” He said faintly, his voice shaking.
Tony smirked, “Astute observation and you are?”
The kid gulped, his adams apple bobbing harshly, “F-Flash Thompson.”
“Makes sense,” Tony said with a nod of his head, looking the kid up and down, “I’d bully someone too, if my parents named me after the lamest superhero to ever grace the pages of a comic book, overcompensation and all that,” Tony said thoughtfully, “especially with your perceived fixation on the male genitalia. Tell me, did it take you a while to come up with something that juvenile or did you have someone equally as childish think it up for you? Because I would think someone with—and I’m assuming here, so correct me if my deductive reasoning skills are off—a high level of intelligence would come up with something a little bit more creative than ‘Penis Parker’.”
By the time Tony was done, the crowd around him was snickering and the kid in front of him looked like he wanted nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow him whole, if such things were possible.
Tony smiled, but there was nothing nice about, “Now, if I ever catch wind of you so much as looking in Peter’s direction again and trust me, kid, I’ve got my ways, I have no issue siccing my AI on all your school records and wreaking havoc on your future plans for any Ivy League schools, you reading me kid?”
Flash nodded so vigorously he resembled a bobble head, “Y-Yes, Sir.”
Tony smiled, this one much more kind than the last, “Good, I’m glad we could reach an understanding, now running along so I can talk to my intern here without your sorry excuse for cologne clouding my senses, seriously kid less is more.”
Flash tucked his proverbial tail between his legs and pushed through the crowd of people that were now openly laughing, losing interest in Tony in favor of chasing after Flash to mock him.
Tony shouldn’t feel as proud as he did, but he knew what it was like to be bullied and he’d be damned if his kid—ahem, someone like Peter had to deal with someone as childish as Flash Thompson every day and it was within his power to do something about it. Like kid didn’t already have enough to deal with as it was.
He turned back to see a dumbfounded Peter and his equally as flabbergasted friend.
“That was—” Peter began, but seemed to be at a loss for words, shaking his head in disbelief.
His friend, however, didn’t seem to have that particular problem.
“—AWESOME!” His friend said excitedly, “oh man did you see Flash’s face? Dude, this is greatest thing to ever happen to me. Tony Stark just verbally assaulted Flash, Jesus dude, how is this your life? If you ever want to trade, even if it’s just for a day, I’m totally down—“
“Ned.” Peter muttered, elbowing him roughly, giving a rough jerk of his head in Tony’s direction. He flicked his apologetic gaze over to Tony, who simply rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny the amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Ned followed his gaze and flushed, “Right, sorry.”
Peter closed his eyes for a moment and Tony could see the kid physically trying to fight off his embarrassment and couldn’t help but chuckle.
Peter’s eyes snapped open at the sound and the surprise and confusion from earlier was back, “Mr. Stark, what are you doing here? At my school? Is everything okay? Is there a—“ Peter glanced around in a sad attempt at nonchalance and lowered his voice to an equally as sad attempt at a whisper, “—mission?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows in a manner that was making Tony wonder if the kid had a weird twitch he’d never noticed before.
Tony glanced over at Ned quickly, going back to his original curiosity of how much the kid actually knew about his arachnid friend here, but Ned seemed to catch on to Tony’s unasked question.
“Don’t worry Mr. Stark, sir, I’m Peter’s Guy In The Chair.” Ned answered helpfully, giving him a bright smile.
Tony glanced back over at Peter with a raised eyebrow, who simply muttered “dude” in an exasperated tone, shaking his head before returning his attention to Tony, “Ned knows.”
“Oh, well, in that case, no, there is no…mission,” Tony said in a mock whisper, making Peter flush, “I’m working on a new Iron Man suit and I need to pick your brain for some ideas on upgrades, figured I’d swing by and pick you up from school today.”
Peter’s eyes widened and Ned seemed torn between fainting or peeing himself from excitement.
“You get to touch the Iron Man suit?!” He squeaked, turning his wide-eyed gaze over to Peter, who only gave Ned a look, who bit his lip sheepishly, but looked like he was ready to explode from the level of his enthusiasm.
Peter ignored him, “I was supposed to help Ned finish the lego Death Star today, we were supposed to do it yesterday, but I uh, kinda got caught up on patrol.” Peter gave Tony a guilty shrug of his shoulders.
“So let me get this straight,” Tony said slowly, “you’re turning down quality time in my personal lab to build a lego Death Star with Ned over here?”
Peter’s eyes had lit up at the mentions of Tony’s lab, but with quick glance at a wide eyed Ned, who seemed to be stuck on the fact that Tony Stark said his name, his excitement dimmed. But Peter was loyal, almost to a fault, and nodded resolutely.
Tony, seemingly at a loss for words, just stood there, shellshocked at being told no, by a fifteen year old kid at that. A small part of Tony, the one that was actually looking forward to hanging out with the kid, was slightly hurt at the rejection.
Ned, who’d been watching the entire scene with wide eyes, was more observant than he looked and seemed to sense Peter’s indecision and Tony’s disappointment, because he gave his friend a bright smile, “Dude, we can finish the Death Star anytime and besides, my mom wanted me home tonight to help her with something, so I’m booked, raincheck?” He offered.
Peter glanced at Ned then at Tony and then back to Ned, “Um, sure Ned, no problem.”
Ned gave him a smile and then turning his attention back to Tony, his friendly smiled turned a bit more to the manic grin that most people wore in Tony’s presence, “It was really nice to meet you Mr. Stark.”
He offered Peter a fist bump, who returned it, before he started walking down the side walk, towards, what Tony assumed, was home.
Turning his attention back to the kid, he gave him a smile, “Good good, now we should probably be on our way if we want to avoid traffic. Now, as far as suit upgrades go, I was thinking of up-ing the suit’s repulsers a bit—hey, kid, you coming?” Tony asked from his position on the driver’s side, raising an eyebrow at Peter, who was still standing on the side walk. Tony followed his gaze and saw Ned still making his way down the sidewalk and chancing a glance back at Peter, who was still watching him with big, guilty eyes, he sighed.
The things I do for you, kid, Tony thought to himself.
“Hey, Ned,” Tony shouted, making the kid pause and turn around, looking to Peter, who was watching Tony with the beginnings of a smile, then back to Tony curiously, “would you like to join us? There’s plenty of room in the lab for three people.”
Even from a few yards away, Tony could see the kid’s eyes widen in surprise before he hustled his way back to an equally excited Peter, who shot him a grateful look.
“Thank you, Mr. Stark.” He said quietly, giving him a bright smile.
And Tony couldn’t help but smile back, “You’re welcome, kiddo,” eyeing a panting Ned warily, “make sure he doesn’t do anything…weird, okay? I don’t mind opening my lab to him but there was something in his eyes when I was talking about the Iron Man suit that made me decidedly uncomfortable.”
Peter gave a breathy laugh, “Don’t worry, Mr. Stark, Ned’s cool.”
Ned, who had come to a slightly sweaty stop in from them, looked up at Tony with wide eyes, “Can I try on the Iron Man helmet?”
Tony spent the majority of their time in lab just watching Peter and Ned run around like kids in a candy store—picking things up, playing with the robots—DUM-E taking a special liking to Peter, who, Tony was pleased to see, treated him like a human, thanking him when he brought them water from the stocked fridge and smiling when DUM-E beeped happily in return—and played with all the gadgets laying around.
Tony, albeit wearily, let them try on one of the Iron Man helmets from one of his earlier models and explained to them how the suit worked, both of them hanging on to his every word. He showed them the blue prints for his newest model, listening to their suggestions and even writing a few them down to look into later.
Ned, Tony found out, was rather intelligent with computers. He gave him one of his old security systems and watched with genuine interest as the kid hacked into the the files with ease and recoded the entire system in a matter of minutes.
When Tony looked it over, he let out a grunt of an approval, “Nice work, kid.”
Ned all but fainted at Tony’s praise.
The hours slipped by and F.R.I.D.A.Y. being the helpful AI that she is, had ordered pizzas without Tony even having to ask and had them sent to the kitchen, alerting them when they had arrived. Tony led them up to the kitchen, watching with thinly veiled amusement as they both took in every new surrounding with the same amount of interest they had shown in the lab.
Tony continued to observe them as they tore into the pizza like they hadn’t eaten in days and taking a quick glance at the clock, he realized with a flash of guilt, that they had been down in the lab for over four hours and the last time they had probably eaten something would’ve been well over seven or eight hours ago.
It was nice, Tony deiced, listening to their mindless chatter and what was especially nice, was seeing how at ease Peter was with his friend, looking like a true fifteen year old with his friend over to his house on a school night, like he didn’t have super powers, like he didn’t dress up in tight spandex and web his way through Queens and fight crime at night while trying to balance a normal life.
The thought nagged at Tony for the rest of dinner and as he rode silently with them in the backseat while Happy drove them all to Ned’s apartment first, who still looked like he couldn’t believe today was real, thanking Tony breathlessly for the best day of his life and telling Peter he’d see him tomorrow at school.
Peter watched his friend with a small, amused smile and when they got to Peter’s apartment building, Tony glanced over at the kid, the smile still had yet to leave his face.
“Alright kid, this is your stop,” Tony said, making a move to undo his seatbelt, but the kid’s hesitant voice made him pause.
“Mr. Stark?” Peter said softly, clearing his throat, “I uh, just wanted to thank you, you know for well, everything,” the kid breathed, smiling up at him so sincerely that it made Tony’s chest ache in the best sort of way, “today was amazing and I really appreciate you inviting Ned along with us, he really looks up to you, you know? And I haven’t really been able to spend much time with him since, y’know, the whole Spider-Man thing.”
The kid paused before continuing on in a softer voice, “And about Flash, I really, really don’t know how to thank you for that,” he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed, “it’s kind of funny, in a way, I’m a sort of super-hero and I can’t even stand up to a bully—“
Tony’s heart squeezed painfully in his chest at the kid’s self-deprecation, “Look, kid, I’m no stranger to bullies,” he began, sighing heavily, “I had my fair share of them when I was in school and even in college. I learned that while you may no be able to physically fight someone, you can always fight them with words and sometimes, words can hurt more than your fists. All I did was give that Flash kid a taste of his own medicine and hopefully, got him off your case.”
Peter was silent for a moment, considering Tony’s words before giving him another appreciative smile, “I don’t think Flash will be messing with me anytime soon, but still, thank you,” Peter’s smile turned shy, “you’re the first adult, other than May, to stand up for me and I really appreciate it, so thank you, Mr. Stark.”
“Call me Tony,” Tony offered after a beat of silence, unsure of how to respond to such a statement.
Whatever he was trying to say, the kid got, because he smiled brightly and Tony, suddenly feeling awkward at the unusual sentimental moment, busied himself with unbuckling his seatbelt, ignoring the warmth in his chest.
He reached around the kid to open the door for him and Peter, rather than getting out, just like last time, he reached up and wrapped his arms around Tony, thinking he was hugging him
“This um, wasn’t a hug,” Tony began awkwardly, “I’m just getting the door for you.”
However, before the kid could pull away, Tony wrapped his arms around him and gave him a quick, but firm squeeze.
Peter gave him another smile before wishing Tony and Happy a goodnight, getting out of the car and making his way up towards his apartment. Tony debated on his next move, mulling it over quickly and before the kid could get too far, he found himself making a snap decision and rolling down he window.
“Hey, Underoos,” Tony started, slightly unsure when the kid turned around and looked at Tony with hopeful eyes.
“Same time, same place tomorrow?” He said after a moment of silence, the kid’s answering grin melting away any self doubt before it could begin.
“Sure Mr.Stark—Tony,” Peter stuttered excitedly, “sounds great!”
Tony watched the kid go with a satisfied smiled, so caught up in his happy little pseudo-family moment that he almost didn’t hear his phone ring.
Not even bothering to glance at the caller I.D., he answered it with a smooth, “Stark.”
“Tony?! What the hell we’re you thinking going to a school and threatening a minor, A MINOR—“
Peter: I’ve been ‘Puny Parker’ since first grade. I couldn’t fight back then, and I can’t now unless I want the other kids to know my secret. But luckily I have Gwen (whos super scary when she needs to be) and Harry (who has very threatening body guards) to back me up and help me out. And it’s not so bad, I get to put Flash in his place every once and a while but Aunt May always says he probably has it bad at home. So I just try to keep my distance and tape my glasses back together while I roll with the literal punches.
Sometimes this fandom forgets Chloe put Marinette down and bullied her for like 3 years… like I get redemption but thats fucked??? And no one talks about it???? Like Marinette had such low self esteem before she got her powers, not standing up for herself… and that’s really sad.
Also, this is why I’m lowkey mad that the show tried to blame Marinette for being angry at Chloe or ignoring her advice… like this bitch has lied and bullied her???? Who wouldn’t????
Suddenly Chloe has become everyone’s fav cinnamon bun no matter what she did while a lot of fans blame Marinette for a bunch of things and criticize her unfairly???? At least from what I’ve seen in the fandom…
Normal AU - simon wants to start over. his bestfriend Penny is becoming more and more successful and he feels like she’s slowly leaving him behind. his girlfriend Agatha literally left him behind a.k.a. dumped him via a 3 minute phone call saying that she’s going on a reaaally long trip to find herself and maybe a new boyfriend lol. His dad has never been the same since his mum died, and the people from his dad’s company are starting to question whether he really is competent or he just got his job because his dad is the company CEO. With penny’s help he secured a job in a large company belonging to the prestigious Pitch family and along with the job came a new set of problems. He’s struggling without his dad’s influence to back him up and his new boss, the Pitch heir, just might be bent on making his life miserable, and simon has no idea why.
‘his office is actually located on the floor above mine but i swear he finds excuses to come down by my floor and bully me. i thought i was imagining things but now im sure he finds stupid excuses to bring me along in his business trips just so he could order me around like a slave. he’s always plotting something to make my life miserable. he Hates me, penny!”
I don’t know what goes through your minds, but whatever it does, it is putrid and self-centered. I am seeing ”pro-Roman” posts literally filled up to the brim with things said against fans who dislike him, you all say things that can piss anyone and everyone off. You defend him like he’s your god. You say that this wrestler, this legend, this diva supported him, you are constantly shoving these posts about your Samoan sex daddy down our throats and quite frankly, I am getting disgusted of them.
The only reason you all are actually able to post all of these posts, is because your little sex daddy beat the Undertaker at WrestleMania, since then you all have grown obnoxious wings and posted whatnot about your hero. Let’s face it, Roman does not have the skills or even the same respect to be in the same ring with the undertaker, let alone wrestle him and God forbid, defeat him. But yet he did, and you all are shoving that down our throats.God for you, good for your sex god.
Now stop being so obnoxious and so stupid. When people post anti-Roman posts, you immediately crawl out of your little dens and defend him with your silly little pathetic lives. It’s a fandom for crying out loud, stop making us real fans hate this fandom because of your biased posts, we hate Roman and we hate fans like you.
Stop making us hate wrestling, we love it but if this keeps up, then we’ll start reporting your posts for abuse. We hate Roman, live with it. Don’t hate us, don’t call us names, don’t try to shove him down our throats and don’t be so obnoxious with your posts.