I can’t let go of the idea of an older!Todoroki who towers over Midoriya.
Like, hear me out, okay? He’s a year younger than Midoriya and already 10 cm taller. What if he hasn’t reached his peak growth spurt yet? Just look at his titan dad. This kid is gonna get so tall and HFGH Midoriya’s no midget but that height difference thooo
I’m 5’4" which is pretty average but when I’m with someone who is 5’2 i feel like a giant. It’s only 2 inches but I’m suddenly like “Here, let me reach that for you,” even if I have to atand on my tiptoes and pull a muscle to get it.
5’4” is so tall to me. I’m down here looking up at taller people like “is the air thinner up there? can you see forever? will you please grab me that box from the not-unreasonably-high-but-too-tall-for-me cupboard?”
It’s really not that tall though. I see it as just tall enough to not be inconvenienced constantly but a step stool is still an essential part of my kitchen even if I set it up myself so that nothing I use daily is on those stupid higher shelves. And it means putting things as close as possible to the front of the higher shelves. I remember standing on my step stool once, looking into that useless cabinet above the stove, and being like. Oh so this is what it’s like to be 6 feet tall. You can just, see the back of cabinets.
Seriously though people 5’ and under make me feel like Brienne of Tarth. I bet actual tall people can see the tops of your heads.
….I go between 4’11.75" and 5’.
I feel so called out right now
Such smol beans in this world.
5′4, to me, is tiny. Those are the people who call me away from my books to get things from the second shelf of the cabinet. I was that height in fourth grade, iirc. It was when my mother and I were eye-to-eye.
Now I am 5′11 and the saddest thing is that I can’t wear high heels. I always loved wearing heels, the higher the better. Four inches was always my preference. It makes people uncomfortable (psychologically and physically) to look at a 6′3 woman, so I have to go without my beloved shoes.
My smols, you can always put on super cute heels!
1) I’M GONNA FIGHT YOU
2) WEAR ALL THE HEELS, I AM V V IN AWE OF TALL LADIES
3) no really please wear heels to compensate for the fact that I live in flats and sneakers and the occasional boot
As the ancients have said, “Cum manibus super caput suum inguen dentes aequantur.”*
You can actually see the relative heights of the Boys in the Hockey Shit with R&Hcomic on nicknames:
Everything’s relative, because my proportions are ~wacky~. And I often do not succeed in sticking to their height/size differences in the comic and extras. BUT if I did, this is how the Boys would look like standing next to each other. When it comes to weight, Holster and Ransom are *around* 220lb and 210Ib, Shitty’s like 160lb, Jack’s probably riding 200lb, and Bitty’s 125lb. (Maybe. If he’s been eating protein.) I had to reference a lot of college hockey rosters to cook up these heights and weights. (And a lot of figure skating websites.)
AND YO IT’S LARDO. She’s in the next comic. Now is a good time to apologize for not updating.
My gf and I literally have literally 12 inches of height difference so:
Step 1 of Smol/Tol OTP:
Smol trying to be lowkey protective of Tol when cuddling by being the big spoon but it’s HARD BECAUSE YOU CAN’T EXACT JUST TUCK YOUR GIANT IN YOUR ARMS WHEN YOU’RE TINY
Tol getting pissy and putting all the important dishes on the top shelf
Smol not taking that hissy fit and hiding all the best snacks at the back of the lowest shelves
Clothes swapping but Tol can only take blankets (meanwhile Smol can wear all of Tol’s T-shirts like mini-dresses and look pretty rad)
Smol straight up sitting in Tol’s lap but it doesn’t hinder Tol’s eyesight at all so they do it all the time
Tol casually leaning their head on top of Smol’s head because they’re at that perfect height to do so and getting grumpy when the Smol wears heels because they have a harder time doing it
When they’re making out the Smol has to sit on the Tol because otherwise the Tol doesn’t know what to do with all their limbs
Tol forgetting that not all people see at their eye level and point out cool things that the Smol can’t see
Tol taking pictures of said cool things then bringing the phone down to the Smol so they can see it
Smol having to stand on stairs so they can kiss their Tol without neck strain
Hard time weaving fingers together when holding hands because the hand size is so different so they casually hold pinkies
Tol having a heart attack when they see Smol using their jackets and getting sleeve paws
Tol and Smol making out and Tol accidentally ENGULFS Smol
Tol using the Smol’s shower and having to bend down under the spray
Smol sleeping in Tol’s bed and realizing that they have a shit ton of space
Sleep clothing swap that works out pretty well because of bagginess
also can we talk about the height difference between jack and bitty? and how much jack would LOVE that?? like jack is all tall lines and hard planes, but bitty is small, soft curves next to him and he doesn’t understand how this sweet southern boy isn’t put off by his sharp edges, like how can he be so kind when Jack is so…much? And he thinks about it sometimes at night when his chest is pressed against bitty’s back, and his breath comes quicker and his vision blurs a little, but then bitty sighs and presses into his chest and jack’s heartbeat calms and he can breathe again, so he slings his arm over bitty’s side and kisses his neck and remembers it’s not up to him how much other people love him. and he’s happy.
i’ve been thinking a lot about size differences and how jack is massive and bitty is not and i Need™ to talk about it more, because the black and white facts of this are very important to me as a writer and i’m weirdly defensive about it (athletic family, more knowledge about athletic bodies than an amateur should have, driving ferocity to be Accurate and Right all the time).
first off, there is the height thing to address: jack is 6′1″. bitty is 5′6.5″. it’s not a huge difference, sure. it’s only the length of a subway sandwich, which i think we can all agree is not super impressive. However. it is a noticeable difference, and a difference that both of them are obviously aware of. bitty is often shown reaching up to jack, or jack is shown bending down to bitty.
regardless of their marginal height difference, however, there is a Much More Important aspect to their size difference – and this one they are both very, very aware of. [clue: bitty’s an ex-figure skater, and jack’s a fuckin professional hockey player]
jack likes to feel huge and just be all over bitty. some ways this happens:
bitty is standing there mid-conversation w someone and jack comes up behind him and drapes himself over bitty’s shoulders and settles all his body weight on bitty’s back
bitty’s knees buckle
“jack whY”
“increase your weight class bittle”
must be big spoon (”jack let me breathe” “no”)
bitty sitting on the couch and jack just throws himself across bitty’s lap #highdrama
sitting on bitty’s lap at parties (”you’re crushing me” “stop skipping leg day”)
bending down in exaggerated ways to kiss bitty and leaning down over him and wrapping his arms around him
bitty is asleep in bed and jack comes home late (roadie? game? who knows rly) and just flops on top of bitty
first time it happens bitty thinks he’s being smothered
he wakes up and screams
jack is like “shut up i’m trying to sleep”
any time bitty is lying down anywhere. reading on the couch? studying on the floor? sunbathing outside? must lie on top of him.
Must Pick Bittle Up™
fireman lifts
bridal style
just throw him over your shoulder it’s fine
i see you’re sitting on that bench bittle. well NOW you have to wrap your legs around my waist haha.
i can’t be bothered bending down so i’m just going to lift you up to kiss you okay
oh you’re sitting over there. well if i pull you across the couch, you’ll be sitting in my lap. imagine that.
(”jaCK ZIMMERMAnn let me live”)
“here sit between my legs and lean back against my chest”
making out? cool cool cool. would be better if i were lying on top of you though.
lying with his face mashed into bitty’s chest, bitty playing with his hair
“you’re drooling on my shirt, honey”
“shh no i’m not”
“ew”
folding bitty into a little ball and curling around him entirely (”jack my knees hurt” “let me love you”)
bitty pancaked across jack’s chest this time
“are you lying on top of me? i can’t actually tell because it’s like someone laid a tiny cat on my chest. or like a feather or something.”
just moving along like everyone else 