Here Comes Another Shitpost Instead Of Sleeping.

Here comes another shitpost instead of sleeping.

There are two kinds of people : night & day. Those who focus better in the night, and those who work better in the day. What if we split up?

I mean, you live by the day, and when you understand what time you are, you'll go to night/day lessons, you'll work at your time and the living blocks will be separated so we won't bother each other. Now goodnight, I have school tomorrow.

I just realized that Thor had the most movies in the MCU. He has 4, with the 5th movie on the go, while (correct me if I'm wrong), everyone has less.

4 movies - Thor, Avngers

3 movies - Iron Man, Captain America, Guardians of the Galaxy, Ant-Man, Spiderman

2 movies -Dr. Strange, Deadpool, Venom (I know they're not in the MCU yet, but man I miss them), Black Panther

I don't know why, but Thor has the biggest amount of movies per character in the MCU.

So... A lot of aesthetics & phases circle around the Greek Mythology.

Are there some aesthetics around Norse mythology??

I just thought about something that definitely happened in canon BNHA: Bakugou being soft for Izuku when he doesn't see it.

I don't mean like BakuDeku, I mean that now we know that Bakugou always cared for Izuku and felt like he surpassed him, he was irritated when Izuku showed something, so he didn't want him to think he cared. But when Izuku didn't see it, when he fell asleep on the dorm couch for example, Bakugou would make death glares for anyone who would make noise that might wake him up. He would "protect" him while training, so things like rocks and other quirks wouldn't reach him. Some small things, because he always cared. He wanted to surpass Izuku by himself, he didn't want help. So he keeps Izuku strong, so they grow together and someday they will find out who number one really is. Plus the guilt for middle school and their past.

Some time ago I reached (for the 3rd time) "I'm the Villainess, so I'm waking the final boss".

I really liked it, even tho sometimes it looks like it skipped a few days in the story, but still it's my favourite romance Isekai. And as I always do, while lying in bed I thought about another turn in the story

Spoiler alert for those who didn't watch it or didn't watch ep 11

So, when Elephas revealed that he was against Aileen and Claude the whole time, he threatened her to say she never loved Claude in front of the King and the ball guests, or he would kill Almond. She did start to lie to Claude, but was interrupted by Almond, who broke free, and almost died, but returned the memories to Claude.

I thought, what would happen if Aileen would just break down while saying that she didn't love Claude? She would start strong, then her voice would break, tears fill her eyes, and after a few seconds she's sobbing on the ground covering her eyes saying only one line "I love you, Lord Claude. I love you.."

Then Claude, who sees that she didn't mean all she said, would approach her, lift her chin and see the face no one saw: crying Aileen. Really, breaking down in tears. That was his plan - to make her cry.

He lifts her in a princess style, while she hides her wet face in his neck , turns to his father and grandmother, and says : " I want no other bride than her. She's the only one I need."

Maybe that would lead to something. Maybe Lilia would see how much this world means to Aileen, and how much Claude means to her.

My self? I do not have a self

I do not have my style, my liking, my preference

I copy what others do, I like what they like

But I do not complete my self with just one thing

I take little by little

I put it in my self

My room isn't mine, it's parts of everyone I have ever met

I build the self I call mine from others

I steal little by little what they like and do

Do I steal or do they build me? Lord knows

Am I a real person after? Or am I a ragdoll?

Can I call the self mine

when the music is my mother's

The tongue is my father's

My sister's humour

My friend's books

Stranger's movies, are they mine?

Filthy burglar, no self!

You must think about you

But what if I have nothing about me?

Then let the people build

Let the colours slip, let the music play

The self is mine, I build it

No shame, no hollow

My self is I, and the self is mine.