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@croccin-champagne

The girl wasted no time in screwing the cap off the carton and proceeding to begin chugging straight from it, stepping away from the counter to at least be somewhat polite. With each moment, the limp arm hanging at her side shifted somewhat, gradually returning to the state of an actual limb, as opposed to a limp noodle attached to her shoulder.

((An excerpt from a thing I'm writing.))

@TeamMezzo group

PHIN!!!

Holy heck! You're a ten year old! It's your tenth birthday, July 13th of 2019, and I know that you won't see this email for another two years, but who am I to not write this! Bub, I love you so much. Yeah, you get on my nerves, but who am I to care? You're my brother. My baby brother. Now, you're a big scary ten-year-old! I can't even begin to fathom that. You're the sweetest baby brother I could have ever asked for. You know how the song goes. "Ooh! Snuggle puppy of mine/ Everything about you is especially fine/ I love what you are/ I love what you do/ Ooh/ I love you!"

Love you for always,

Ri

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@croccin-champagne

“Midoriya, what—” Yamada begins, before the boy slides a bobby pin into the keyhole.

It takes less time than it would have for Yamada to search the rest of his pockets. It’s quick, efficient, and practiced. The lock clicks, and Midoriya twists the handle and tugs it open a few inches, more to test the door than actually open it.

“Excuse me,” he says, quiet and polite as anything, and walks back to where Uraraka and Todoroki are waiting for him. Uraraka is looking at him like he just grew a second head. Aizawa doesn’t blame her.

“Shouta,” Yamada says as the kids move off. “I’ll ask again, what are you teaching those kids?”

“It’s a useful skill,” he answers. “Besides, I didn’t teach him anything. That one came like that.”

Midoriya is an odd one—he knows that much. There’s something about him that Aizawa can’t put a finger on—and the frustrating thing is that Aizawa knows, with zero evidence and every fiber of his being, that he should be able to. It’s not some nebulous feeling; there’s something very concrete about Midoriya that he should know but doesn’t—

“Well, this saves us a trip to the teacher’s lounge,” Yamada says, breaking him out of his thoughts. “And we can thank your student’s tragic criminal past, I guess.”

((One of my favorite scenes from Yesterday Upon The Stair))

@faltering_through pets

I just love clenches fist talking about character analysis and why characters act the way they do. It’s supremely satisfying to figure out motivations of characters and see how that ties into their core nature and how they perceive the world around them.

@CasiCasino group

This advertisement about raising awareness by ‘MomsDemandAction’ is not only one of the most stunning ads ever presented but also aimed and targeted at teenagers in many ways. First off, the ad piece is hard to look pass as the ones presenting the ads used something that teenagers will look at or pay attention to. Most people, this would most likely count you as well, would pay attention to the gun the girl on the right is holding first which will immediately capture the passer’s attention. The advertisement was made to create controversy about America’s system of taking care of their newer generation, something teenagers are familiar with. In regards to the topic, teenagers are the ones who would rebel to any topic they are against without shame and all that, so by creating an advertisement stating about problems in a ‘system’, the creators of the advertisement are clearly targeting younger generations to look at the ad. The design of the advertisement was more likely than not made to attract teenagers to look at the ad. Teenagers nowadays like things ‘nice and simple’, so by having an advertisement designed like the one above - showing two kids; one with a Red Riding Hood book and one with an assault rifle - is ideal for teenagers. By having an advertisement like the one presented, teenagers would be interested in the ad, take the message into account and decide for their own on whether they support the movement or whether they go against the movement, that is what a controversy is afterall.

((Okay, wtf was I writing about…))

@saor_illust school

Haha the last thing I pasted is this: (Hai! I don't know if an apple counts as an inanimate object. If not, please let me know immediately, thanks!) INFANTRY - As a wee little baby I have such a happy little life, though filled with grief and sadness. However, lucky me I am too young to fully comprehend feelings other than hunger and uncomfortableness. Mommy and Daddy were taken away from me by evil humans. As I look around at all my siblings, I can see some of them that steal a part of my heart away from me, they have been infected with bugs. Though the humans may be evil, deep in my heart I know one day I will grow up and be taken away as well. The sad thing is that no one I know has ever survived long enough to fall of the tree. What are we? We are apples, living our terrible life.
CHILDHOOD - As I grow up, I become a little bigger, and a little less green, I soak up the sun and water and nutrients given to me by the mother plant happily. I lead such a carefree life, chattering away with my nearby siblings. "So what is the latest gossip?" I ask one. "Oh, Lily fell off the tree, have you heard? She wasn't alive then though. The bugs got her." they reply.
TEENAGE YEARS - I become sullen and stubborn and depressed as I grow older. I am yet still a little bigger, and less green now. Now that I am more aware of the world around me, I start to bug the elders more, as I start to fully comprehend the reality of the inevitable fate that the world has put me in. Watching the humans pass by us under the bright sun, and every now and then plucking one of our elder apples, I grow angry. Sometimes I wish I could hurt them.
YOUNG ADULTHOOD - Now that I am almost ripe, I have come to terms with my inevitable fate, and found ways of coping. I am still not quite out of my depression yet, but I am getting there. However, the wounds of the past have come back to haunt me. They will never heal, but they will stay at the surface, as a scar. I am scarred forever. Watching every single human come past, I am so scared that I will get picked. I don't want to be picked! I don't want to die! My worst fear is that the bugs will infect me, and I will eventually fall of the tree, dead.
ADULTHOOD - I am fully ripe now. I don't know how I managed to survive this long, the humans have kids now. They are so ignorant! Those kids pluck the young ones and expect them to be delicious. But any second now, one of the humans might come along and pick me. I am scared, no terrified. I am terrified of death, of the humans. As I wait, my fear morphs into rage. What gives the humans the right to come along and pluck any one of us of the tree? We're living beings, just as they are!
PLUCKING - The humans have come along to pluck me. I am roughly yanked away from the tree, and I can feel the rage and grief the humans have caused my relatives, and I can feel the life fading away from me as I suffer my… death…