“You’re reliable and dutiful, always showing up on time for your obligations. When a project needs to be kicked off, you’re the first to get the ball rolling. Your lucky number is 483.”
where is the bnha fusion art? i want to see a tododeku fusion battle and a bakushima fusion attempt to do…pretty much anything, actually, bc bakugou is a huge dick and wouldnt cooperate to fuse
tododeku is so good… Like they’re both some of the most calculating and logical people ever, but at the same time they’re some of the most impulsive hotheads in the show and they’re absolutely willing to disregard the law to throw down against villains. midoriya could devise a plan to fight an entire room full of villains in 0.5 seconds and then jump into action, and not a millisecond later todoroki is rushing into battle behind him, 100% ready to follow him into the depths of hell if he has to. meanwhile iida is tired. so fucking tired.
yeah the general quality and attributes of straight boys is why it took me to my late twenties to be able to actually conceptualize myself as a man without feeling INTENSE DISMAY. i mean, if a class of people abuses you all your life, you’re gonna feel pretty damn weird about joining their ranks!
i’ve found that even though i identify AS a man, i’m still way more likely to identify WITH female characters— especially ones like mulan and furiosa, who negotiate with their own femininity in order to survive and thrive in male roles. the male characters i identify with right off the bat are invariably damaged, frustrated, weak men, like steve rogers or miles vorkosigan: men born into the stifling cages of broken bodies, who work themselves raw to achieve what their peers take without thinking.
when i started transitioning, i felt a lot of rage and a lot of regret. i didn’t WANT to be trans. i didn’t want to be a half-thing, a not-quite man. i wanted a cis man’s body, a cis man’s life, and in abandoning being a cis woman, i felt like i was acknowledging that i was never going to be a whole, harmonious creature ever again. the entire rest of my life would be spent in transit, straining towards something i could not, by definition, actually reach.
but the thing is, growing into a trans identity has been cool. not being cis is alright, being something fluid and transitory, something contextual, is satisfying in and of itself. snakes shed their skin and come out beautiful. hermit crabs swap their shells. flowers turn into fruit which turns into seeds and every step of that process nourishes the world. being something that is eternally and intentionally shaping themself is really cool actually.
so, yeah, you’re a straight guy. you’re under no obligation to be a straight guy the way anyone else is doing it: as a point of fact, you kind of can’t. but the courage and compassion you learned as a lesbian will carry onwards into your new identity, and you will make it for yourself, out of things that you like, and ways that feel right. being trans is scary and uncomfortable in a lot of ways, but in that way, specifically, you are free, and it is wonderful.
Recently I started reading a fanfic “Son of a hero” and decided to draw on of the moments from it. The link to that ff: https://ficbook.net/readfic/6450303
When he finally came to awareness, he was sitting on his ass on the floor holding a hand to his jaw. Bakugo was on his knees a few feet in front of him, bloody-knuckled fist still raised as if he was preparing to strike. His eyes were wide and wild. His teeth were bared. He looked furious and so incredibly worried as he breathed hard. The left side of his face was red, and blood smeared from the corner of his mouth.
just moving along like everyone else 