this is my rage tag

stop treating todoroki like a stupid fuck pls

oohhh my goddd y’all todoroki didn’t grow up in a cave. the boy lived with an abusive father for years, he was abused, he’s socially awkward but he’s not a reckless idiot. did y’all sleep on his entire arc

and listen, as much as i love todo//deku myself, he didn’t blindly rush to midoriya’s location when he received that mass text, he knew something was wrong & was the first and only one of midoriya’s contacts to figure out that the boy was in trouble

“all you did was mass-send your location pin to all your contacts”

actually, let’s go back to the very beginning of the series:

his very first line shows us that he’s….. not… dumb?

AND (manga spoiIers ahead) DID Y’ALL FORGET ABOUT THIS?

AND THIS?

can you tell that i’m sick of abuse victims being mischaracterised as dumb by their fandoms?

OH, AND HE HAS A SENSE OF HUMOUR. HE’S STOIC MOST OF THE TIME, BUT HE’S NOT INCAPABLE OF MAKING JOKES OR UNDERSTANDING THEM??

plus, for some mysterious reason everyone seems to be forgetting that he ranked 5th out of 20 in the end term written exam? (midoriya was 4th) hmmhhm

hell, when midoriya asks todoroki what he’d do with kouda, he straight up gives advice that i’m 100% certain comes from a personal standpoint:

todoroki knows how to express himself. he knows how his actions influence others, what impression he gives off. HE’S NOT DENSE.

and my dudes. even if you’re gonna write him as a lovestruck fool in fics: being in love means you can sometimes make irrational decisions or act flustered. it doesn’t mean you Suddenly lose half of your braincells.

MHHHHMM CONCLUSION: being socially awkward as a result of years of abuse doesn’t mean you’re “not with the times”. todoroki has a phone. he understands sarcasm. he gets jokes. he knows what an emoji is. he can communicate face-to-face with someone. he gets social cues. he’s an excellent fighter, analyser and strategist. 

so stop treating him like a stupid fuck.

Renegade Rage

Summary: You’re already pissed off, and Dean is just making it worse. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Well, sort of implied at the end.)
Word Count: 1330
Warnings: Language, bar fight violence, drinking.
Genre: General.
Challenge: @atc74 and @mamaredd123‘s Fabulous 300 challenge! My prompts were: fight, rage, and Renegade by Styx. I’m only about two months overdue on this. Sigh. Sorry it took me so long ladies, but here it is! 

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Greek Gothic
  • Your keys were here just a second ago. You put them down on the table, turned your back for a moment, and now they’re gone. “The house spirits don’t want you to leave,” your mother says. “Leave out some honey for them. Maybe you can negotiate.” You do as you’re told, before they take something more precious from you.
  • You’re walking back from the olive grove along the dusty road that leads to the village proper. The sun is setting and the warm breeze rustles the reeds beside you. The rustling continues when the wind stops. You feel their gaze on you and look over to see them: black figures with no discernible features, watching without eyes from their place among the tall grasses. Never play in the reeds, you were always cautioned. Now you know why.
  • Tourists ignore the ruins behind your home. They aren’t beautiful, not preserved or retouched like the Acropolis. They are bitter reminders of a fallen civilization, smashed into the earth by hundreds of invaders over time. This temple is scarred and desecrated. The air sparks with the anger of the ancient gods.
  • Fresh spring water trickles down the mountain, chittering and babbling. You stop to take a drink and notice a small child playing nearby. The child beckons you to follow it up the stream, and you do, until the creek gets wider and deeper and the rocks become treacherous and you realize there was no child. You’re knee-deep and alone.
  • The caves are a shelter, you’ve always been told. The caves are where your ancestors hid from the Turks, where brave priests preserved our language and traditions by teaching them to daring children in the middle of the night. When the moon rises, you can still hear their whispering. 
  • The parties run late. The music echoes from the town center as you leave the orange glow of the festival behind, chased by drunken British schoolboys on their spring break. You weave through the twisting alleys of the village until you reach the sea. The Aegean is a friend. She will gladly swallow them. 
  • A deep melancholy has taken you. Your body is weak right down to your bones. Your grandmother, dressed all in black, gives you a necklace bearing a bright blue eye. She spits on you, then gathers the women in the garden for murmured prayers. Together, they chase away the Evil Eye. 
  • Families huddle in the cement skeleton of an unfinished construction project, making a post-apocalyptic city out of a forgotten foreign investment. A message has been spray-painted onto the crumbling wall: “ΔΕΝ ΠΑΡΑΔΙΔΟΝΤΑΙ ΠΟΤΕ”. Never surrender

My mom watched Jessica Jones recently, without me (since I’m not physically there) and without my dad (probably since I told her that she should not watch it with him because he wouldn’t get it). Her reactions throughout were understandable, sometimes funny (she had a conspiracy theory about Simpson, who she absolutely hated and compared to “an evil version of Riley from Buffy”), but what’s sticking with me most is my dad’s reaction to seeing the last episodes but not the rest of them (he just happened to walk in, I guess). My mom, for the record, seemed exasperated by this.

“I know how she could solve this. She should have just killed him at the beginning.”

It strikes me that, even independently of how he just straight up did not know what was going on in the rest of the show, this reaction perfectly sums up why my earlier supposition that my dad wouldn’t get it is true. I figured he wouldn’t get it because he enjoys things on a very basic level (basically, does this promise the baseline of entertainment that its genre suggests? Is there singing/are there explosions/is there nice scenery? If so, he’s in, and furthermore he considers my mom and I foolish for forming emotional connections to fiction or getting upset about representation or what have you) but in this particular case that basic level is definitely connected to his identity as a person who is privileged in many ways and has never been abused or anything even close.

Of fucking course he thinks the only thing stopping Jess from offing Kilgr@ve is that she just didn’t do it. Of fucking course he doesn’t see, even barring the actual canonical constraints that he was ignoring or oblivious to, why she couldn’t just do it. (This is the man, after all, who frequently tells me he “got over” his own depression, whose mantra is “the only thing you can control is you”  to such an extreme degree that I, and my mom to a degree, immediately blame myself for anything that goes wrong around me and have learned more specifically that when dealing with him if he gets too worked up my only option is to self-flagellate [as calmly as possible, so as not to be accused of diversion or hysteria] and apologize, even if he’s the one who started it.) Of fucking course he reduces it to a simple equation without so much as considering any of the rest of it.

Not only is it an archetypal response, it’s a reflection of pretty much all of his and many other people’s problematic responses to… everything, almost.

anon about the homophobic comments: it’s 100% more nuanced than that. christ, they’re not a family full of homophobes. all of louis’ siblings have grown up in a unique environment; all the social media and public attention was something they’ve been thrown into as much as louis has. they all had/have to navigate these circumstances to the best of their abilities and guess what? with that comes making mistakes. only that their mistakes are quadruplified because people on the internet won’t shut up about them. i did some problematic shit that i thought was the right thing to do (or didn’t realise was horrible) when i was a teenager. most of us did. and i think it’s a testament to their family dynamic and regular teenage learning experiences that yes, some shit has happened but they can move past that. i know some people wish for grand apologies and stuff but in these situations silence is key sometimes. to learn from your mistakes on your own time and just not make them again. also, to address one of your claims in particular: i hope you know that putting dan as the person in charge on their IGs is a legal formality.

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@electrarhodes Dear Probably Lovely Person:

You are an utter bastard.  Not only are you an enabler for the bad decisions I was going to make anyway, you are an actively destructive influence on the remainder of my decisions.  You, sir or madam, are an instigator and a harbringer of evil.

And, with that said:

48 HOURS!  (And a nap, because it was five hours past my bedtime, okay?)  4k words in 48 hours!

Seriously.  I’m so proud of myself.  And so tired.  If the last half-page is utter crap, kindly blame these people instead of me.


@aleandriseige  Here you are: opera date fluff (maybe?) fanfic, as requested.  I hope my sleep-deprived vitriol hasn’t put you off.  Have a lovely day.