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Touya is the king of sneaky kindness.

To be fair he had to be, Keigo being his boyfriend and all.

It was a bit of a sore spot, just how little Keigo knew about living a normal life, so Touya had to get creative.

Whenever Keigo gets sent to the grocery store, Touya always makes sure to write the grocery list in order with the layout of the grocery store so he knows Keigo doesn’t have to feel lost and stupid.

Whenever Touya has to spend a day outside of the apartment and Keigo has a day off, he makes sure to have some chores for Keigo lined up, making sure he doesn’t feel like he’s sitting around being useless.

When they’re out eating at restaurants, Touya always makes sure to check their menues up front, so he knows that they have options for Keigo’s preferred diet.

Keigo still carries some shame about that, but they’re working on it.

Whenever Keigo gets really comfortable and lets his bird instincts out, like his bird noises and wing movements to convey emotion, Touya knows exactly what they mean, and responds to it like he would normal speech.

He only jokes lightheartedly about the molting, because he knows that if he didn’t say anything at all that would be way more suspisious.

Because when it comes to them, banter and lighthearted insults are just another part of their love language.

Just like Touya’s secret kindness.

In reality, it’s not half the secret Touya thinks it is, Keigo is nothing if not observant, but he appreciates it so much that he will never have the heart to let on that he knows.

At least for the time being.

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Hello friends, there's a dogwhistle I've seen used a couple times on tumblr that I want to discuss.

Fellow neurodivergents especially, please listen-- towards the end of this post I describe how some in our community have been using it without knowing what it means.

A fairly common antisemitic dogwhistle used amongst alt-right circles on the internet is being a "noticer," "noticing patterns," "pattern noticer," etc. I've seen this from a couple Tumblr blogs I follow reblogging memes and such that use this term but don't provide any context about what sorts of "things" they may be noticing.

Here's the meme that I saw a blog I'm following reblog last night.

Seems pretty harmless, right? It's a meme with a cute cat.

In alt-right circles, what they are referring to "noticing" is the conspiracy theory that Jews control the world/"noticing" evidence of an imagined globalist (read: Jewish) world order/etc. If you see a meme that uses terms like "noticing patterns" that doesn't elaborate what those supposed patterns are-- just leaves you to fill in the blank yourself-- take a look at the types of things OP might be posting. The alt-right has an idea that it's forbidden to talk about who might be behind the "conspiracies" they talk about (again, the target is frequently Jewish people) so lack of context is often a red flag.

I sent the blog who reblogged this an ask informing them that the meme was a dogwhistle. If you see someone reblog something like this, check what they've been posting. If this seems like an isolated incident, the person probably reblogged it not knowing what the term actually meant. That's why dogwhistles are so effective-- to the average person they look harmless if you don't know what to watch out for!

Let's take a look at how alt-righters use this term.

Here's an alt-right definition of it from Urban Dictionary.

Oh boy, this one gets a bigotry bingo for all the dogwhistles used here. If I miss any, feel free to comment. Here are the ones I found:

-Noseticing: Noticing plus nose, based on the stereotype for Jewish people to have large noses.

-"those who cannot be named"/skirting around saying Jew: again the idea that it's forbidden to talk about who they think is behind their conspiracy theories.

-"world events and agendas": idea that Jewish people have a Globalist agenda etc etc

-Degeneracy: Nazi term to describe the behaviors/people they find undesirable.

-Early life: refers to the section in a person's Wikipedia page. If a person was brought up Jewish, it'll usually say so there.

-Oy vey: a Jewish exclamation of exasperation that Nazis have unfortunately co-opted when talking about Jewish people.

Here's probably the most obviously antisemitic meme I found.

The title and first bullet point include the "noticer" term. This meme also talks about a "group" who controls wealth. Who might the poster be referring to here?

Here's a Twitter account with many similar alt-right terms. Explicitly identifies as a Nazi and ethno-nationalist, etc etc.

A couple other pages. I clicked on them to see if I could find any more examples but the first seemed pretty blank and the second... Well, I don't have a twitter so I couldn't view.

Let's unpack these a little. The first one has "13 outta 52," a statistic used among white supremacists to depict Black people (especially African-Americans) as "savage": 13 referring to the percentage of America that is Black and 52 referring to the alleged percentage of murders in the U.S. that are committed by Black people. "109 countries" refers to the idea that Jewish people have been expelled from 109 countries during history. (Which isn't entirely true. Some "countries" in this count are actually cities, regions, etc.) Some white supremacists may use the number 110 instead to suggest that it should happen again.

The second one has a blurb alleging a global sterilization effort and concerns of fertility. This is likely in connection to pro-natalism for white people. If Nazis want a so-called "Aryan nation," they're going to want white people to populate it, and so they encourage white people to have babies for their cause. Nazi Germany employed this tactic as well, even awarding "Aryan" German women who had four or more children for their contributions to the Nazi cause.

The reason why I'm emphasizing that context matters is that some neurodivergent people have seen this and co-opted it into neurodivergent circles. As a person who is Jewish and autistic, this is pretty alarming to me. I'll show a couple examples from Tumblr:

And

I've left out the URLs of the OPs because I want to give the benefit of the doubt-- they both explicitly refer to being a "pattern noticer" in terms of neurodivergence. And it's easy to see why introducing this term to ND folks would be an easy way to get a dogwhistle passed off as harmless! Since autistic people often have analytical minds, we often make connections that others might not be able to see. But unfortunately, using terms like this only makes it much easier for antisemites to fly under the radar.

Stay safe and let's keep Tumblr free of this shit.

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Healthy relationships are clearly better in real-life but fucked-up ones are way more dramatically interesting in fiction. In much the same way–indeed, in exactly the same way–that feudal monarchy is a hell of a lot of fun in fantasy and historical fiction novels, but complete shit to actually live under.

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Pro Hero Hawks who, every day on his standard patrol route, passes by this little bakery with the most beautiful cakes and pastries in the window, and the most amazing smell sneaking it’s way out trough the door.

However, the hero never gets the chance to indulge, because every time he passed the small shop it was packed with people.

Like; a line out the door packed.

It didn’t help that due to the route he took, he usually passed the shop around lunchtime.

Still, every day Hawks found himself taking the time to stop and admire the displays in the window.

Every day there was a different theme, sometimes it was specific fruits and berries, and others it was colors, tastes, or even fictional characters.

So far Hawks’ favorite was the strawberry days.

So when he found himself in that part of town, without actually being on patrol after he just left a meeting with Eraser about his lil’ intern, he simply had to go check it out.

Embarrasingly, his heart did a little leap when he realized there was no line AND it was strawberry day.

This had to be his lucky day!

When Hawks gently pushed on the white painted door and entered the bakery the smell he had been spending so much time sneaking whiffs off hit him full force in the face, and for a second he thought he had died and gone to heaven.

The blond took a deep breath, and took a proper look around the room.

It wasn’t a big space, barley enough seating for four people in total; two by a small table in the far corner, and two on a bench looking out the window.

There’s nobody behind the counter, but the bell that chimed when he entered would probably change that pretty soon.

While he waited, Hawks got a good look at what he wanted, and just as he had landed on a strawberry scone and a piece of strawberry cheesecake, he heard the sound of someone walking out from the back.

«Sorry for the wait, we usually don’t get a lot of traffic at this time of day.»

Hawks smiled and looked up to answer, but sadly he never got that far.

Considering how much time he had spent thinking about the bakery itself, he had spent little to no time thinking about who might be running it.

He should have known.

Yeah, he should have known that a place like this had to be owned by a literal angel.

The man behind the counter was probably around Hawks’ own age, but a bit taller than him, with extremly fair, perfect porcelain skin.

Well, he did actually have some pretty severe scarring on what Hawks could see of his arms and neck under the t-shirt and apron, looked like old burn scars, but they only made him that more beautiful to Hawks.

His eyes were a striking turquoise/blue combination, and his messy, fluffy hair was white as snow.

When he spotted some tattoo’s and facial piercings Hawks thought he might actually die.

Just then he realized he’d been staring without answering for way too long, and fuck, shit, god, what the hell was he supposed to-

«Are you alright man?»

The sound of the raspy, dreamy voice broke Hawks out of the chaos in his mind, and he tried to turn on that old hero charm.

«Yeah, yes, it just, wow, it smells great? You know, in here? Probably the cakestries!»

…so it turned out that charm button didn’t work when he was face to face with the most beautiful man on the planet.

Good to know.

Said beautiful man looked at him for a few second, before a small smile tugged on his lips, and Hawks felt his face go impossibly hotter.

«Well, thank you for… that,» he said with a badly hidden chuckle.

«Did you happen to want one? A… caketry, that is?»

Hawks felt a self-councios smile tug at his lips, and he shrugged with a chuckle.

«Actually, yeah,» he said as calmly as he could, while he stuffed his hands deep in the pocket of his jacket

«Uhm, I figured maybe a scone? And a piece of the cheesecake?»

The baker looked back at him with raised eyebrows.

«If you’re sure?»

Hawks chuckled again and ran a hand trough his hair quickly.

Too quickly, as it got stuck in a tangle he didn’t know was there, and he had to yank it out.

«Yeah, I’m sure,» he said, and the man nodded with a smile and got started.

It was at that moment Hawks, with all his keen hero senses, first noticed that the man was wearing a nametag.

When the baker handed Keigo the two paper bags and told him his total, Hawks fumbled for his wallet and card, snd thankfully it went without a hitch.

«Thank you, Touya,» Hawks said with a smile and a nod to the nametag, and Touya smiled back.

«You’re welcome, Hawks,» he said with a wink, and Hawks tripped a little over his own feet as he moved to take the bags.

Hawks chuckled.

«Maybe I’ll even ask you eat here next time,» Touya winked, and Hawks barley managed to stop himself from letting a giggle escape.

In stead he clutched his precious paper bags and gave to most charming smile he could.

«Maybe I’ll say yes.»

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Pro Hero Hawks who, every day on his standard patrol route, passes by this little bakery with the most beautiful cakes and pastries in the window, and the most amazing smell sneaking it’s way out trough the door.

However, the hero never gets the chance to indulge, because every time he passed the small shop it was packed with people.

Like; a line out the door packed.

It didn’t help that due to the route he took, he usually passed the shop around lunchtime.

Still, every day Hawks found himself taking the time to stop and admire the displays in the window.

Every day there was a different theme, sometimes it was specific fruits and berries, and others it was colors, tastes, or even fictional characters.

So far Hawks’ favorite was the strawberry days.

So when he found himself in that part of town, without actually being on patrol after he just left a meeting with Eraser about his lil’ intern, he simply had to go check it out.

Embarrasingly, his heart did a little leap when he realized there was no line AND it was strawberry day.

This had to be his lucky day!

When Hawks gently pushed on the white painted door and entered the bakery the smell he had been spending so much time sneaking whiffs off hit him full force in the face, and for a second he thought he had died and gone to heaven.

The blond took a deep breath, and took a proper look around the room.

It wasn’t a big space, barley enough seating for four people in total; two by a small table in the far corner, and two on a bench looking out the window.

There’s nobody behind the counter, but the bell that chimed when he entered would probably change that pretty soon.

While he waited, Hawks got a good look at what he wanted, and just as he had landed on a strawberry scone and a piece of strawberry cheesecake, he heard the sound of someone walking out from the back.

«Sorry for the wait, we usually don’t get a lot of traffic at this time of day.»

Hawks smiled and looked up to answer, but sadly he never got that far.

Considering how much time he had spent thinking about the bakery itself, he had spent little to no time thinking about who might be running it.

He should have known.

Yeah, he should have known that a place like this had to be owned by a literal angel.

The man behind the counter was probably around Hawks’ own age, but a bit taller than him, with extremly fair, perfect porcelain skin.

Well, he did actually have some pretty severe scarring on what Hawks could see of his arms and neck under the t-shirt and apron, looked like old burn scars, but they only made him that more beautiful to Hawks.

His eyes were a striking turquoise/blue combination, and his messy, fluffy hair was white as snow.

When he spotted some tattoo’s and facial piercings Hawks thought he might actually die.

Just then he realized he’d been staring without answering for way too long, and fuck, shit, god, what the hell was he supposed to-

«Are you alright man?»

The sound of the raspy, dreamy voice broke Hawks out of the chaos in his mind, and he tried to turn on that old hero charm.

«Yeah, yes, it just, wow, it smells great? You know, in here? Probably the cakestries!»

…so it turned out that charm button didn’t work when he was face to face with the most beautiful man on the planet.

Good to know.

Said beautiful man looked at him for a few second, before a small smile tugged on his lips, and Hawks felt his face go impossibly hotter.

«Well, thank you for… that,» he said with a badly hidden chuckle.

«Did you happen to want one? A… caketry, that is?»

Hawks felt a self-councios smile tug at his lips, and he shrugged with a chuckle.

«Actually, yeah,» he said as calmly as he could, while he stuffed his hands deep in the pocket of his jacket

«Uhm, I figured maybe a scone? And a piece of the cheesecake?»

The baker looked back at him with raised eyebrows.

«If you’re sure?»

Hawks chuckled again and ran a hand trough his hair quickly.

Too quickly, as it got stuck in a tangle he didn’t know was there, and he had to yank it out.

«Yeah, I’m sure,» he said, and the man nodded with a smile and got started.

It was at that moment Hawks, with all his keen hero senses, first noticed that the man was wearing a nametag.

When the baker handed Keigo the two paper bags and told him his total, Hawks fumbled for his wallet and card, snd thankfully it went without a hitch.

«Thank you, Touya,» Hawks said with a smile and a nod to the nametag, and Touya smiled back.

«You’re welcome, Hawks,» he said with a wink, and Hawks tripped a little over his own feet as he moved to take the bags.

Hawks chuckled.

«Maybe I’ll even ask you eat here next time,» Touya winked, and Hawks barley managed to stop himself from letting a giggle escape.

In stead he clutched his precious paper bags and gave to most charming smile he could.

«Maybe I’ll say yes.»

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Hi,

It’s you friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:

I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.

That is my anti-permission.

Thank you for your attention.

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Hawks on post-surgery pain killers except he doesn't act loopy or tired at all. He acts completely normal- except for the fact that not a single brain cell is functioning. He can't count to 5 because he keeps forgetting the number 3 and doesn't know what's happening. Dabi watches him get a glass of water and then immediately dump it out because "he's not thirsty."

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I got so stoned last night i visualized myself enjoying a huge bowl of mac and cheese so vividly that i forgot to eat dinner bc i thought i already ate

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I’ll never understand why anthropomorphic animal cartoons like Robin Hood and Zootopia will go to the trouble of creating character designs that are meant to be understood as “attractive” or even “sexy” to the human audience but explicitly avoid showing interspecies romances between anthropomorphic animals. Why is THAT weird but, like, trying to make rabbits recognizably sexy-coded to humans isn’t?

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watch your step to hell, its a long fall!

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im so done with seeing articles about kids and screen time that doesnt mention parent behaviors even once. “kids are always on their phones” so are the parents! which the kids look to for how they should behave! ipad babies didn’t chose to only play on their ipads, thats what their parents gave them!

an anecdotal example: when i was a kid, all my parents would do in their minimal free time was watch tv and then they would be surprised when in my sister and i’s minimal free time we would also only watch tv/play video games. they scolded us for not reading books, but they never read books. they scolded us for not going outside but they never went outside.

“kids are always on their damn phones” my mom is in her 60s and opens up candy crush anytime she’s sitting — it isnt just the kids

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had a dream (more like a prophetic vision) that there was a terminally ill youtuber who recorded a few months of content ahead of time to release after they died where they would occasionally casually reference the fact that they are dead, including a video talking about their actual real death complete with pictures. whole thing is kept cool and casual, no mourning or sadness just the usual "hey guys! guess who died today 🤪" stuff.

they managed to get early copies of some upcoming video games so they could post timely reviews and everything, still keeping up the whole "actually died recently" bit. they were still just like normal ass reviews, sometimes they'd drop a "wow this game is so bad I'm glad I died three weeks ago" or some similar joke.

the channel became super popular after he died and "deadtubing" became a trend but there was a huge scandal when one of the most popular deadtubers was revealed as actually being alive.

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The whole point of this manga is that people are more than their quirks. That their quirks do not and should not define them. If you look at Keigo as finished in his narrative, as useless to the story without his wings, you are genuinely buying into the bullshit he has told himself about having to prove useful with his dirty wings. You are believing in the same idea that led him to manipulate and kill Twice because he was worried about the latter's quirk being so dangerous. You are agreeing with the idea that Tomura can do nothing but destroy.

That is not what this manga is about. It's about breaking the beliefs we have swallowed about ourselves or have been forcefed from society to abusers shoving them into us.

Keigo Takami has never tried to be more than Hawks. More than the Winged Hero. He believed that boy was a broken, dirty one who couldn't help anyone and was willing to put him aside for an identity groomed for him, because he is still internally the child being asked what good is he for by a neglectful and abusive mother.

But Tomie and the HPSC are wrong. Hawks was wrong. Even AFO remarks that Keigo's quirk is garbage. Losing his wings, gradually and now with this final removal, is actually Horikoshi making Keigo reckon with who he is as a person. And people are not their quirks. The whole point is that Keigo's cage was always, always himself.

Hawks can't trap him any longer. He has now face up to who he is outside of heroism, outside of his quirk. So this isn't the "end" to Hawks as a character because it was never about who Hawks is. It was always about Keigo.

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🦅: I want to sleep with my window open. But I'm scared I'll wake up to someone staring at me through the window.

🔥: What if they're staring at you right now?

🦅:Don't scare me!

🔥: I'm not.

🦅: Now, I feel like someone /is/ staring at me.

🔥: Well, there's someone. That's for sure.

🦅: Dabi, I'm serious.

🔥: So am I.

🦅: How do you know, then?

🔥: Because I'm the one staring at you through the window. Now, get down. I'm taking you out on a date.

🦅: Well, now I don't know if I should feel giddy or freaked out.

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Artwork for the epilogue of “The Flower That Blooms In Adversity” (link)

Thank you so much again for commissioning me, @unlikelyjedi!