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milkchuu · 9 months

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its so funny how every time i have even the slightest problem, it just gets resolved like 5 minutes later

i don't even get to worry anymore, it's just "let's see how this fixes itself"

divine plot armor

#loablr #affirmyourreality #delusional girl #lucky girl syndrome #manifestation #affirmations #i am #loa #loassumption #stas #states of consciousness #ideal everything #subliminal maker #subliminals #i have plot armor #grateful

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goblinunderabridge · 6 months

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Everyone in the gt community acting like they wouldn’t be terrified of a giant suddenly appearing

#YOU LIARS #THATS HORRIFYING #i’d give up atp #just lay down and wait for the end #I love the stories but guys #thats scary #we dont have plot armor #gt #giant #tiny #giant/tiny #g/t

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mashiraostail · 4 months

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"You know I love you right?" With aizawa please !!!! maybe pining reader instead of established relationship?

yurrr!!!!! i figured you wanted SFW bc you didn't specify otherwise, if not resend and I shall re do :3

At its best hindsight tends to offer a lot of useful illumination, though at its worst it is able to make everyone look like an oblivious idiot.

Truth be told Aizawa isn't sure what comes over him, he's level headed, he tends not to worry even at the worst of times. He knows this is your job, he knows better than anyone how badly you can get hurt doing this sort of work. You're no stranger to bumps and bruises, and usually that thought puts him at ease. He isn't sure, maybe the way you hit that building looked nasty, the way you let out a gurgled sort of half grunt half sob as you hit the ground, the way you held your ribs as you rolled over onto the pavement, or the way the rock of the building crumbled and fell to the ground around you...any of those things could have made his stomach churn. He certainly isn't heartless, he feels remorse every time someone is hurt in a fight, he feels worry too, though usually not so intensely. You were good friends too, Hizashi was always trying to tell Aizawa you were sweet on him, he didn't see it himself but he would be lying if he didn't preen a bit at the thought.

He wasn't considering that now though, and he wasn't considering the drinks you'd had together the night before, the way you leaned over the table to talk to him, the way Hizashi kicked him underneath it when your hand brushed his wrist, or the way you lingered at your door after they walked you home. The realization dawned on him as he and Hizashi walked home, maybe he did care for you, that same realization was cast aside the moment catastrophe struck and hadn't been considered since. All he was thinking about now was your eyes, the way you laughed at his dry and somber jokes, the subtle kick in your step, your hair, the softness of your skin every time you found a reason to touch him, and the way you said his name.

"Holy shit that looks like it hurt." Nemuri materializes beside him somehow, maybe she had always been there, but is just now choosing to snap him back to Earth. "Should we go get them?"

Aizawa looks between you, Nemuri, and the retreating villain. You hadn't gotten up, you were still curled onto the ground, he could see you rubbing your head with one hand, the other cradling your ribs. "You get them, I'll handle this. Send anyone else you find my way."

He regrets it the moment he says it, as soon as he turns away from your body on the street his stomach lurches painfully.

"Are you sure?" Nemuri blinks at him, "you look...different than usual. I can handle the villain, I'm sure Vlad and the others are kicking around out there somewhere."

"I'm sure." What he isn't sure about is why he can get it out that he wants to stay with you.

"Just..come with me to check them out."

Nemuri was a lot of things, most pointedly she was intuitive. He gets to you before she does.

"Are you alright?" He puts a hand on your shoulder and you roll over.

"Shota," You squint at him, like the sunlight burns your eyes, you probably have a concussion. "I've been better. I'll live, go deal with that freakshow."

He doesn't want to, for the first time in a long time he feels...petulant, like a child, he wants to hold firm to his spot, to stay glued to you until you make it to a hospital. But his brain is telling him to turn and go like always, to entrust you to his colleague and go where he's needed, just like he would for anyone else.

"Can you stand?" Nemuri's voice spurs him on, he nods as if to leave, but he can't help but linger on you.

"Shota they need you." You urge him away. Something sits in his throat, he can't swallow it down, nor can he spit it out, and it's heavy it makes his face feel warm. Between that and the way you look he has no choice but to linger, "I-" and it starts to crawl out, but it's pulled back down to the pit in his stomach just as quickly and twice as painful.

"Shota it's going to be okay." Nemuri is checking you out, poking and proding for breaks or blood. Your voice is weak and gravely, the pain had made you cry, he could tell from the clean streaks on your otherwise dirty face, but you said his name with so much care and earnest, as if he was the one laying broken on the pavement.

"I'll come find you as soon as this is over. Call me, text me where you're heading." By the grace of some higher power he can tear his eyes away from you long enough to shoot off into the distance, in the general direction of all the commotion.

It takes barely seconds for it to dawn on him. The way you looked up at him last night, the way you looked up at him just then. He thought about you, the things he always thought about, the way your neck curved smoothly to the delicate arch of your shoulder, the short and soft looking hairs on the nape of your neck and the way your fingers always found a way to them, tugging and twirling them as you thought. He realized this is probably what love feels like, that this had gone beyond a pleasant adoration..or a casual admiration of your figure. He could note small, minute things, things that should mean nothing to him if you didn’t. But these things made his heart get a little tighter in his chest. The way your eyes felt on him, the length of your eyelashes, the pout to your lip, and the seemingly perfect bridge of your nose, who else but a man in love would consider these things? He scoffs at himself, and decides to make the fight to come as quick as possible. If anyone notices his rushing they don't mention it.

When he finds you after the fact, just like he promises he would the feeling hits him like a wave, it is equally disorienting as it is eye opening.

"Shota, you came?" You seem surprised, to be fair he'd never come to you at a time like this before. He'd called and sent dinner to your room when you ended up in this sort of pickle before, but he'd never shown face and certainly not this quickly.

"I said I would."

"I figured you meant like..tomorrow?"

"How are you feeling?" He asks, because that was the other thing about you that was lovely, your voice, it was like whistling birds, like evening thrush, like melting honey, it was gooey and sweet and bright and warm like dark brown velvet and down feathers and perfect warm sunshine. It was nice to hear it normally, not gravelly or impaired with pain. He thinks about all the times he's called you with a question that could have been a text.

"I broke my ribs." You lean into the pillows, your middle was pretty heavily bandaged, your left arm was in a sling and you were littered with bandages, some already bleeding through. "I'm hopped up on pain meds though so I feel great. Say, are you alright? You seem flighty."

"I'm fine. I'm just..I was worried I guess. Looked like he really hurt you back there." He takes a seat on the edge of your bed, and though you look surprised at the sudden closeness you don't say anything. "I'm glad the damage isn't too bad."

"Me too." You nod, "thanks.."

You sit in silence for a while, he's looking down at you, like he's studying you, like he's never seen you before or like he'll never see you again. It wasn't an inquisitive gaze though, it was almost warm, appreciative even. He was looking to enjoy not to remember, it seemed like he already did.

"Shota, are you okay?" You ask again, "I'm not hurt so bad, you know I'm just drama-"

"Hey, you know I love you, right?"

You laugh, a nervous, fluttering noise. He realizes he even likes that. "I love you too Shota...we're good friends, thanks for taking care of me..."

"That's good..but I don't mean it like that. I know everyone is always giving you a hard time about me. I just...want you to know I feel the same way." He looks up to the corner where the ceiling meets the walls. "I didn't realize I was always..thinking it and never saying it. I'm in love with you. I want to...be with you. If I'm misunderstanding, tell me."

"You're...not." You feel warm, you're half way tempted to take of your heart monitor incase your pulse spiked or something. "I do love you. I figured you didn't feel that way. What brought all this on?"

"I don't know." He confesses, "i saw you last night, I guess it all dawned on me then and then I saw you get hurt and I...saw you." He shrugs, "I just realized I was always...looking at you, looking for you. I felt so worried when you got hurt." He's looking down at you again.

"It felt like I had left something unsaid, when you hit the ground and I assumed the worst..it was like my brain and my body were going separate ways and it all hit me at once. Like it was obvious this whole time." He shakes his head a bit, "I've probably loved you for a long time. It feels like I've been looking at you like this forever. I don't know why I didn't put it all together sooner."

You laugh again, confident now. "Me either." Your right hand reaches up to his shirt and you pull him downwards, "but I'm glad it all got sorted."

He's happy to kiss you, and happy to feel your hand on his face. It was a good kiss, warm and lingering. It spoke for itself, you were just as relieved with the feeling as he was, glad to have let it out in the open. You both felt 10 tons lighter from it.

"I hate to say I'm glad that villain hurled me into a wall." You joke, nudging his shoulder with your good hand.

"Don't say things like that." He scoffs, "when are you out of here?"

"I'm just waiting for some new bandages and wound wash." You shrug, "hopefully tonight or tomorrow morning."

"I'll come keep an eye on you." His hand is resting on your waist, his thumb dragging up and down your stomach.

"You don't have to go to the trouble. I can-"

"I want to. " He cuts you off, "I want to. Please let me come with you."

You preen a bit, "you wanna take care of me?"

In a moment of uncharacteristic earnest he nods, "I want to stay with you." He's glad to be free of the lump in his throat, and pit in his stomach.

"I guess I can't say no then."

#aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #bnha hc #bnha x reader #sfw #eraserhead x reader #im ignoring nemuri's fate she has plot armor to me #bc i have a crush on her

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thejasontoddarchives · 10 months

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This is the core of Jason’s character.

Again they try to hammer in that Jason is brash, arrogant, and reckless; that he jumps before thinking. However you can’t really attribute reckless behavior to arrogance or carelessness when he only ever becomes instinctive during very specific instances. The few times he’s “stepped out of line” or just threw himself into an unknown/dangerous situation it was always to protect someone from predators and sickos. Otherwise, keep in mind the number of times he’s been praised for his intelligence and judgment; for being meticulous, calm, and cooperative.

Batman #424 (1988)

#besides. even when he ‘took things too far' it was never without thinking it through first and understanding why his actions were warranted #not to mention familiarity was a predominant theme in utrh #(aka how clever he was. his timing. improvisation skills.)#jason todd #robin jason #batman 424 #dc #comic panels #‘people only say Jason cares about women and children because of lost days’ somebody didn’t read the robin run I see #also how the fuck is that bodyguard not dead #you see that window to the right of him? that’s a solid brick wall on the other side. not dry wall #if Batman threw him so hard he shot head-first through the building like a bullet there’s no way he could have survived that come on now #no amount of plot armor or the author said he didn't die can make it make sense lol #contrary to popular belief batfleck didn’t actually come out of left field

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oceanofflavor · 2 years

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Nothing will ever be funnier to me than the Duffer Brothers creating Eddie Munson and bringing him into the show just to kill him off because they're too scared to kill off any of their main characters then it totally blowing up in their faces because everyone fell in love with him and he became the most talked about thing in season 4.

They tried to play it safe like they do every season, by bringing in a new character and killing them off at the end of the season so they could have an emotional death, but avoid killing off any of the main characters whose deaths would actually impact the story and it finally backfired on them.

I have to laugh. It’s ridiculous. They’re ridiculous. Yes, I’m still crushed over Eddie’s death, it broke my heart, but this backlash they're getting is hilarious because their same old tricks finally caught up to them and they're never going to hear the end of it.

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #the duffers are so scared to take risks #it’s hilarious #they couldn’t even commit to killing max #not that i wanted her to die #i love her #but gave el god like powers to save her so she wouldn't be dead dead #while eddie died #and from what?#the same wounds that steve got when he was better protected than steve #the plot armor some of these characters i love have is making me resent them for real #i’m so tired #anyway #eddie munson should be alive

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enpr-ss · 3 months

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Tango trolled Skizz SO HARD and Impulse instantly went along with the bit with 0 hesitation and 100 enthusiasm. Top 10 anime betrayals right there.

#hermitcraft #tangotek #skizzleman #and impulse continues to have plot armor luck in wither skulls and mending books #skizz really is useful to bring along with you to the nether #what a great moment during the stream - I was laughing SO HARD #skizz #tango #enpr-ss #impulse

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nateriverswife · 2 months

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so unprofessional of Raye not to report that he made contact with the suspect. it's such a crucial detail that I think a federal agent would tell, regardless of negative consequences or opinions on his action — even though it shouldn't have any, since it's explained by the context (the bus hijack). However, it would've made a big difference, because he would've been replaced by someone else.

#death note #raye penber #dn.raye #I know it's Light's plot armor cuz there's no way a fed wouldn't say anything #like we know what happens but he should've been able to consider the possibility of the mission failing because of this #or do I have too much faith in people adhering to basic rules

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withercrown · 1 year

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For anyone still worrying about who the 'spies' are in The Mandalorian, you're looking at it all wrong. Season 3 has gone extremely hard on Mandalorians = Jewish parallels (even in this very episode having Din say that the Mandalorians have been on the edge of extinction for thousands of years, yet still survive).

The Spies is probably a reference to the Twelve Spies from the Old Testament.

The Twelve Spies were a group of Israelite chieftains, one from each of the Twelve Tribes, who were dispatched by Moses to scout out the Land of Canaan for 40 days as a future home for the Israelite people.

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the armorer is innocent #i will die on this hill #if she was the spy then gideon wouldn't have been surprised #when he found out the tribes were working together #i personally don't think any mandalorian is sus #also keep in mind this is a REFERENCE #not a plot point #i don't think they are going to have to wander for 40 years #lmao

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jonathanstims · 5 months

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oh my god oh my god oh my god.

xue yang is what binghe would have been if binghe wasn’t the mc. he’s a street rat with an obsession with revenge, and he manages to take it and nearly get his own shen yuan in xiao xingchen, but he’s NOT the mc. wwx is the mc. so he cant get the ending where he’s the all-powerful god of the world. he gets beaten. his plans fail. because he was not made to have that protag golden halo, the plot armor and high significance of the mc. I know there are people who really love the idea of shen yuan transmigrating into nhs (absolutely fantastic take that I fully take part in) but it’s also interesting to imagine shen yuan as xxc and lbh as xy and maybe even lqg/yqy as song lan, and this time they’re not the most important people in the world who’s existences and thoughts and miscommunication determine the fate of the world, and binghe is not predetermined to get everything he wants

#svsss #the untamed #mdzs #luo binghe #xue yang #I rarely write my ideas out so this is prob incoherent #but I really think it’s true that if Luo binghe didn’t have plot armor stronger than anything I’ve ever seen he’d just be xue Yang

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