“Can’t You Just…”

Words of wisdom I've heard from my father:

You can only pick your nose, you can't pick your battles

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

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"

The weapon isn’t sharp,

but it wounds all the same—

innocence worn

like a well-practiced game.

A smile, a shrug,

a task left undone,

they play the fool

but they've already won.

Each failure rehearsed,

each “oops” on display,

leaving the other

to clean up, to stay.

They dodge the load

with a clumsy excuse,

while someone else tightens

what they set loose.

It’s not lack of skill,

nor honest mistake—

it’s a quiet control

they refuse to forsake.

The cost isn't loud,

but it's heavy with strain,

a silent exchange

of effort and pain.

So call it what is—

not careless or dense,

but a choice to avoid

by feigned incompetence.

And the one who bears it

feels furious within,

caught in a loop

they didn’t begin.

@Bambi: decorum? in this economy? went bankrupt. it's all about debauchery now

OMG I love this so much!

**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.

-um c-can I talk to you?

-no. You're an asshole. I don't talk to assholes. It's bad for the soul you know, bad vibes and all that

(....this makes me happy)

Edit: OMG!! I just remembered where I got this from. I have a whole notes page in my phone about funny/meaningful quotes I've heard and I was wondering where I got this from because I forgot to write it down BUT I got it from a BNHA fic (maybe I'll Wattpad I don't remember) I remember it being funny as shit but I forget the name of it, so sorry, I'm sure someone out there knows the answer but that someone is not me. (It might have been a y/n or just an OC fic but in this world this girl goes to UA but I think there a mind reader or something and she tries to become best buds with Bakugo and despises Deku because he's a fake bitch and just emotionally manipulated everyone around him and a hating Bakugo, I think this quote is when she confronts deku about being a fake bitch I don't entirely remember it was a while ago)

Edit again!!! I found it! Here you go and you're welcome

"I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory

When’s it gonna get me?

In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me?

If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?

Is it like a beat without a melody?

See, I never thought I’d live past twenty

Where I come from some get half as many

Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask

We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty

Scratch that

This is not a moment, it’s the movement

Where all the hungriest brothers with

Something to prove went?

Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand

We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land

And? If we win our independence?

Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?

Or will the blood we shed begin an endless

Cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?

I know the action in the street is excitin’

But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’

I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’

We need to handle our financial situation

Are we a nation of states? What’s the state of our nation?

I’m past patiently waitin’. I’m passionately

Smashin’ every expectation

Every action’s an act of creation!

I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow

For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow"

My high school ceramics teacher when I asked a question he didn't know the answer to:

"I'm just a mushroom: Sitting in the dark eating bullshit"

The finest words of wisdom if I've ever heard em

Mary's boy:

Did Mary scream when she held the body of a boy; everyone's but hers? At the blood on his crown, did she lick her fingers and wipe it clean? Smooth back his hair like she did when he was just a babe? Wash the red from his feet, never drank wine again. Pulled at the nails in his tender hands until hers were raw. Maybe she spit and yelled and cried at anyone who came too close to her boy gone limp and blue. Even the believers turned away. They didn't love her boy. His messy hair and soft eyes, his gentle hands, whispered voice. The way he hid in the river and spoke to the fish like old friends. Came home with dirty feet and flushed cheeks. Her running, dancing, singing boy. They didn't love her boy. They loved God's son. Not Mary's boy.