Are You Guys Into Sirius? Should L Colour Him?

Thee kiddos

I hope this is a safe space (and if it isn't I don't care) but I truly despise the hc of Remus being snappier and more cruel and that he generally treats everyone worse as the Full Moon gets closer because that's like... Have we read the same books? Or at least just the third, in which minutes before the Moon and without having taken his Wolfsbane (silly mistake, you see), he was able to keep his cool at the presence of Peter? That man stayed stable during the whole Shack scene and he's known for being constantly in control of his emotions.

(Make him hornier, tho, that's fun.)

I love how Sirius and Regulus are both huge drama queens, but in two completely different way.

At the slightest inconvenience, Sirius would roll on the floor and whine, demanding 100% of his friends' attention, while Regulus would simply go drown himself in the lake.

You know, I think this ending would have been slightly less of a fucking disappointment if the heroes hadn't been so unfairly favored by Horikoshi compared to the villains. I mean, seriously

Deku destroys every bone in his body multiple times throughout the story and is warned that if he continues, he'll permanently lose the use of his limbs ? Everything's fine, his body's just got used to being reduced to a bloody pulp somehow so there's no consequences for him. In fact even when he literally loses his arms to Shigaraki, he gets them back two minutes later thanks to Eri because guess what ? Her horn still works even when cut off from her body. How convenient.

Gran Torino gets his ribcage obliterated by Shigaraki ? Don't worry guys, he'll survive that despite his old age and injuries, and this to have no particular role in the plot afterwards.

Bakugo dies heroically trying to buy time before Deku arrives ? Lmao, did you really believe it ?? No of course not, Edgeshot just uses his last-minute Deus Ex Machina to save his life at the cost of his own and- Oops nope he's fine too, my bad !

Hawks murders a criminal fleeing for his life in cold-blood ? The best Hori has to offer is him completely free and in charge of the HSPC.

And no, losing his quirk isn't a real consequence for him because not only it literally played a major part in saving the world with Vestige!Hawks raising an insurrection among AFO's quirks, but also because his quirk has always been the element through which people exploited him.

Endeavor abused his family for years and completely destroyed his eldest son ? No jail time and no media backlash for that, the only blame he received was due to the heroes' failure to stop the League during the Raid Arc.

And don't even get me started on this bs about facing hell or whatever for what he's done : He's literally free and wealthy ; he have Rei, Fuyumi, Shoto, his sidekicks and Hawks on his side ; and all the difficulties he's apparently going to suffer are off-screened.

Deku had to sacrifice OFA and his future hero career to save the world ? Guess what, Bakugo invested all his time and money to make him an Iron-Man suit and now he can still be a hero with everyone else.

There are plenty more examples of this but I think you get the idea. Now let's take a look at the villains' ending :

Toya is now a piece of charcoal kept artificially alive for the few years he has left, unable to move a finger, and whose few minutes a day during which he can stay awake will be spent talking to his father who abused him as a child.

Toga, a literal teenager, killed herself to save Ochako and because she knew it's still better than rotting at Tartarus her whole life.

And not only did she die but she did by bleding to death. Let me repeat for those who have trouble grasping what I've just said : In a manga where the heroes can survive having their heart blown to bits, being impaled Kakyoin-style or smashed against buildings like a fly on a windshield, one of the main antagonists died of a fucking hemorrhage…

As for Shigaraki, after learning that his very birth and all the tragedies of his life have been orchestrated by AFO, after all this development and narrative promises about him being saved in the end... Deku just kills him.

Because despite all his speeches about saving him, it seems like the best he could do was beating him both physically and mentally until he crumbles to dust…

Compress on his side is apparently locked up for life and kept alive by machines too.

A begging Kurogiri tried in a desperate attempt to save Shigaraki, only to be unceremoniously blown up by Bakugo and dying off-screen without anyone giving a shit, including Aizawa and Mic.

And Spinner will now spend the rest of his life struggling with the extra quirks inside him that affect his body and mind, while having to cope with the thought that his boyfriend best friend and companions have either died alone or are locked away for life in horrifying circumstances.

Clearly not the same as with the heroes...

Now don't get me wrong, even if they suffered just as much from the consequences of their actions or the plot as the League, this ending would still be a disaster in terms of writing but AT LEAST it wouldn't reek that much of hypocrisy.

Today, Dr. Hani Al-Haitham, head of the Shifa Hospital's emergency department, was murdered, along with his wife, Dr. Sameera Ghifari, & their 5 children: Shireen, Tia, Sameer, Wafa & Sara.

In the video, he is holding a week old baby that was not yet named and was the only one saved from an airstrike.

oh my gosh you have GOT to be more inclusive for gn / male!readers. if you tag your fic as gender neutral but use “princess” or any feminine terms i hate you

MHA BOYS WHEN YOU KISS THEIR NECK

*ੈ✩‧₊ bakugo katsuki ┊ midoriya izuku ┊ todoroki shoto

content: smut, f!reader, established relationship, casual sex, public sex, creampie, no protection, mild degradation, reader is called baby and angel, all characters portrayed are adults.

When KATSUKI wakes, it’s due to the feeling of warm hands trailing up his body. You start low on his hips, moving over the small trail of blonde hair on his stomach before making it to the destination of the shiny pink scars on his chest. His hands grip yours once he feels you fondle him, squeezing around what you insist on calling his ‘tits’.

“Fuck are you doin’?” His voice is heavy with sleep, letting only one eye open to glance at you from above. You look adorable, hard nipples poking underneath his t-shirt and your eyes shining in your own mischievous way. You must have known he was awake, knew he’d stop you once you traveled too far. Your arrangement was simple, quick fucks here and there when you were stuck on a mission together. Nothing serious, no strings attached.

“I just wanted to see if you were awake, baby.”

“Well, I am, so get the fuck off me.”

You frown at this but quickly regain your composure. “You’re so mean, Katsu,” his grip on your wrists has loosened enough that you’re able to start touching him again, squeezing his perky flesh and letting your thumbs graze over his nipples. He lets out a hiss and leans up to stop you, but you press down on his chest until he’s flat against the mattress. He could easily push you off of him, but he doesn’t. He growls out your name through clenched teeth.

“Stop fucking around.” But you don’t listen.

As a matter of fact, you press hot opened-mouth kisses all over him, making sure to give extra attention to every scar. You make a show out of it, giving your best performance with every bite and lick. This is far too intimate and Katsuki knows he should put an end to it — but then your mouth presses against that sweet spot on his neck, the place only you have been able to weaponize against him and he can’t stop himself from tugging your mouth to his own, large hand gripping the nape of your neck. You are rust and stardust, an addiction that Katsuki doesn’t know how to let go of.

He chooses to ignores the way you start to grind against his cock, the wet patch on his boxers making him shiver.

IZUKU tugs at the lace material on your hips, nimble fingers pulling them off of you with such gentle care that you almost giggle. You decide against it in hopes that you won’t scare him away. He was just so nervous, worried that one wrong move would make you want to back out of this. Never mind the fact that his face was smothered in your breast only moments before.

When your panties are finally down to your ankles, the man in front of you leans in eagerly to get a taste, but your hand lands on his head, dark green curls forced between your fingers. “Slow down, baby,” You feel him shiver at the pet name, “I need you to do something else for me.”

He looks confused when you pull your panties off of your ankles and dangle them in front of his face. “I want you to stroke your cock with these while you eat my pussy.” You watch in real time as Izuku’s expression goes from confusion to shock, cheeks turning such a pretty pink as he leans up again until you’re face to face. You can’t help but smile at the view.

He is so unbelievably handsome, his chest decorated with freckles and sharp lines. You’d give anything to run your tongue along his ridges, taste the saltiness of his skin with the muscle. Instead, you lean in closer and start to press gentle kisses against his neck, unable to ignore the way his grip on your thigh tightens from the contact and how his hips press into yours. His cock is firmly molded against your pussy and you’re almost certain that you feel him twitch at the contact.

“Oh,” you tease, “did I get your pink little cock that hard already? If you touch yourself with my panties I doubt you’ll be able to hold on.”

“I will!” He insists, his voice a bit too loud. Your hand moves to slap over his mouth. The walls of your apartment were thinner than most. You slowly ease your hand from him and the desperation in his voice almost makes you want to do it again. “I-I’m-Fuck. S-Sorry. Just-“ His pretty green eyes are glossy now and he reaches over to your once discarded panties, gripping the wet material in his scarred hand and wrapping it around the base of his cock. “Please just… Kiss me there again.”

SHOTO grips onto your hips tighter, bouncing you on his lap as his cock buries itself into you with each thrust. Your slick has dripped down your soft thighs and coats the top of his.

You whimper and shake against his chest as each wet smack sends a shiver up your spine. You press your face into his neck to muffle your moans and your husband leans even deeper into his office chair, your pink heels clattering onto the ground.

It was a humid summer day, the heat making even the AC work overtime. The only person in the office able to handle it was of course the man who could regulate his own temperature. In an effort to spend more time with him, you brought over some popsicles to share. Of course when he saw your skimpy little outfit and the way your tongue wrapped around the frozen treat—he soon had you pressed into his desk with his face between your thighs—making you cum on his tongue more times than you can count.

“Angel,” he murmurs, hot pants against your shoulder. “you’re burning up.” It was true, even though your top was tugged down and you only had on a little jean skirt that was pushed up to your navel. Shoto slows his movements to wrap his arms around you, his right hand caressing your skin. You grind against him for relief, the cool of his fingers tending to the hot skin of your back. “Thank you,” you breathe out, mind hazy as you press sloppy kisses to his neck.

Shoto can’t help the way his hips jolt up, shoving his face into your shoulder as he holds you tighter. “Fuck,” he breathes out. You continue your attack on his neck, nipping and sucking on the skin to get more reactions out of the usually stoic man. His hands are all over you now, your ass and tits.

“Baby I’m-“ he gasps. “I'm sorry I can’t-“ You taste the saltiness of his sweat as he fully lets himself go, pumping his load into you in long white spurts. When his cock starts to soften, Shoto pulls away with a sheepish look on his face and pouts.

“I think my popsicle is melted now.”

note: this is another revamp of work I did way back in the day. I think my writing has gotten better, especially in terms of characterization! this morning I woke up and had to dispel this demon so I hope you all enjoyed!

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i do believe that marlene has a crush on euphemia and regulus has a crush on fleamont

Sirius: what if the earth was flat?

regulus: I would jump off

Sirius: what if the earth was flat?

Remus: I’d push you off the edge

On a hear me out cake, Regulus would put Fleamont Potter.

James would cry.