#She went back to bullying me immediately after. This is how I know restorative justice is mostly bullshit and it’s a stupid idea

[randomtheidiot]

My school had a really weird version of the zero tolerance policy where it was all zero tolerance until a kid in the behavioral special needs class did the bullying, at which point there would be a million fucking excuses as to why that kid shouldn’t receive any sort of punishment and why I (neurodivergent but not in those classes) was a terrible fucking demon child for getting the shit beaten out of me.

[ninja8tyu]

i’ve watched a lot of videos on why legend of korra is bad, and well, this was a bad way to start off this post, because my point isn’t how korra is bad, but how much potential it had but wasted, which most videos i watched covered

not saying korra is bad; it’s good, i enjoyed it, but it could’ve been way better

amon, the non-bender who could take away peoples’ bending away is one hell of a concept, and could’ve been done better if he hadn’t become a bloodbender

people also said how industrialization sorta happened too early, considering the technology level the last airbender was at

and well, honestly amon and the non-bender discrimination would also make the perfect excuse as to why that is

anyway, my bad organizational skills are bad, but let me get to the point considering those three points:

the show didn’t do well showing non-bender discrimination, but imagine this: non-benders, in compensation to benders, developed technology to hold up their own against benders, like with the chi-blockers on amon’s side

imagine non-benders being harassed by people who can bend, bullied, possibly even killed, and you can follow the story from there: they want revenge, and figure out a way through scientific advancement, leveling the playing field with modern weaponry to combat supernaturally more power benders 

but of course, no doubt everyone is going to stop that if it’s used for that purpose, so just disguise it as improving society, and as time went on, people went into science, both non-benders and benders, for the goal of improving peoples’ lives, which is sorta why technology kept on growing

this seems like i’m leading up to amon actually using modern technology to remove bending, but no, i think of amon just had that power, no explanation, no way to stop him (other than the almighty avatar with energybending, but it’d still be pretty unstoppable nevertheless for anyone that isn’t the avatar), would be way more terrifying then bloodbending

amon having bloodbending makes him pretty terrifying, but that just means anyone can learn it and doesn’t make amon special, and maybe the prospect of any waterbender can take away bending if they learn bloodbending

and also, it could’ve been the reverse where technology developed to benefit society, but amon and crew decided to use what it’s capable of to level the playing field with benders

as for amon, well, the first season before the very end sorta showed just how much of a terror he is even without the ability to bloodbend and take away bending; fucker dodged and weaved through every single goddamn attack every bender threw at him, no trickery there, and kicked peoples’ asses

and hell, he even resisted being bloodbent, so honestly, fucker is literally horrifying

korra also seemed to have covered themes of that bending makes korra who she is, and she wants to be the avatar, so amon, being able to take away her bending, would honestly be horrifying to her identity

the story could’ve weaved in a way where korra loses her bending to amon, but instead of learning airbending, she sorta develops her own identity, not as the avatar, but as korra, and stands up and fights amon, no bending, just your bare hands, “i don’t need to be the avatar to kick your ass” kinda deal, and while amon still deals a lot of damage, korra still triumphs in the end and ends the conflict once and for all

of course she gains her bending back afterwards, but still, amon could’ve been done better

there’s also the civil war with the two water tribes, with the spirits and such, and the problem of which side to take in a conflict, whether to intervene or not, which side is truly right, and so on, and that had a potential to go very far as well

which was ruined for most people because instead of covering that, it instead went “there’s the bad guy!”, giant energy form battle with chest laser beams, dark, edgy, scary spooky avatar

not saying that battle wasn’t awesome, but imagine how it could’ve led up to that better

maybe the conflict caused way more damage and harm than one might have thought, maybe a victim and such wants revenge, maybe one person decides “fuck it, this is ENOUGH, i’m wiping them all out NOW!” and becomes dark avatar somehow, be it with vatu or some other means to retcon the great spirits being the sources of the avatar out of necessity, maybe gets corrupted because you just don’t fuck with spirits, korra has to stop things from getting even more out of hand, and that fight happens, which still leaves the civil war’s conflict still a problem because the problem of returning to tradition to appease the spirits or abandoning that for progress still kinda didn’t get solved, dark avatar or not

there’s also people who didn’t like that the airbenders just suddenly came back, as if hundred year wars and genocide can be repaired with whoosh magic, and honestly yeah i agree with that sentiment

one person suggested that there could’ve been an episode where there’s a group of people who really want to restore the air nomad culture, and through a lot of dedication, effort, and struggle, they manage to rediscover and rebuild, or at least the beginning steps of the near-complete annihilation of a culture, and maybe at the end, maybe one of those new air nomads gets into trouble, maybe is about to fall some distance from a cliff, and as they get closer to the bottom, they airbend, indicating that their efforts are paying off, that air nomad culture will be rebuilt, maybe slowly, but absolutely surely

korra, to me, isn’t that bad of a show, or at least that’s how i remember it, but the potential it had i feel should’ve been that way

maybe if there is a new avatar series that follows korra, that avatar can sorta take those concepts again and do them justice

hell, since vatu and rava are sorta one because one can’t exist without the other shenanigans, maybe the next one in the cycle is born as twins, one dark, one the actual one, splitting the two apart

and maybe the next series doesn’t have to take immediately after that, but several cycles ahead, where the world is scared of which one of the two children are evil or good, which one to kill off first before they become a threat, who knows

the ethical dilemmas, the drama, the tragedies that it can have would make for great fucking stories that’ll rip peoples’ hearts out, heal them, rip it out again, over and over, making them feel waves of emotions, pulling and pushing them to feel so many things, from misery to joy,

basically i wanna experience that, can someone please write that for me please, i don’t wanna write that because i wanna experience that

[teavious]

i’d do it all again

fandom: boku no hero academia

pairing: midoriya izuku & everyone

summary: midoriya izuku: origins. (also on AO3)

commission for @heeeky !!! thank you so, so much! 

It starts like this: Midoriya Izuku, aged 3. Coming back home from grocery shopping, noticing an opulent figure on the screens at the store next to the second right turn, his hold over his mother’s hand tightening when he takes in the blue and the red, the strong arms carrying civilians like they’re made of feathers. He’s glued to the glass in a second, happy sounds of admiration escaping his mouth, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears of overwhelm. His mother approaches him, a hand softly patting the top of his head, reading the name of the hero that enraptured him so. They take a detour, Izuku now rather clutching at his chest a figurine and a poster- of All Might.

It starts like this: Midoriya Izuku, aged 4. In his class, everyone wants to be a hero when they grow up; imagining oneself in a costume and able of anything is an easy task for fragile minds. And yet, few say it like they mean it, like their words will actually be remembered years to come. Bakugou Katsuki is the only one that sticks out from the crowd: maybe because he’s loud, maybe because he speaks those words like a man getting ready for battle. A young Midoriya gets the same gut feeling of immense potential and immediately follows the steps of a bold and self-assured boy, in simple admiration.

It ends like this: Midoriya Izuku, on the chair that he once jumped on in excitement, watching the video that changed his life for the hundredth time and crying his heart out. His own mother, on her knees in front of him, breaking down because of the smile he hoped would save her of this pain. They both cry, together, each with their own failure.

The story doesn’t end like this: a Quirkless boy giving up in front of relentless bullying, putting aside his childhood dream just because of a setback decided by fate and his own body, trusting the voice of those around him than the one telling him not to give up.

It goes on like this: one lonesome figure and the same notebook x 13; one lonesome figure and a villain; one lonesome figure and a hero.

***

The deeper the darkness, the more dazzling the light shines.

***

You know that moment when you meet someone you’ve admired, someone whose image you’ve relied on to get you through life – and your whole body turns to liquid, your tongue forgets to work? Midoriya Izuku would like to say that’s how his own fateful encounter went. No realities hardened, no dreams shattered by the figure who’ve made them possible in the first place. You know that when things are at their worst, they can only get better?

Maybe Midoriya Izuku didn’t have the stuff that heroes are made of; but he is hero enough to put others to shame.

When he leaps to defend; he leaps towards his destiny: trembling in fear, panicked beyond measure and ready to face whatever it is thrown his way.

***

If Midoriya is to be honest, he loved Kacchan. He loved that back when nothing was differentiating them, he was brave and bold in ways he’d never be – kind in a violent way that kept him strong and fierce. Maybe that’s why he followed so willingly: Kacchan was the closest thing to the hero he ever dreamt to be, to the hero whose strength could overcome all obstacles. It made sense, back then: Katsuki Bakugou has been the strongest person he ever encountered, and every meeting left him enraptured and aching and empty and less.

In time, he learns differently. It comes with having no Quirk, with being taunted for having no Quirk, with being in a whole class of weirdly skilled kids. It comes with All Might, the inspiration he can give, the power he gives, the smile ever returning on his face. A hero is made for sacrifice; and who else would be more fitting than the oh so scared boy, pushing through crowds to jump in front of dangers for others, even useless as he had been?

He had been pleased with his position: overcame and defeated, nursing a slight hope at greater things simply because he was left to, because no one actually told him that he can’t do it and given him necessary proof. Objectively speaking, his raw force would never reach that of his childhood friend. It took him a decade to sit next to Kacchan from equal grounds; and only from now on do they actually grow into the roles of rivals, pushing each other constantly one more step forward – and when Deku this time says they’re friends, the term doesn’t seem so foreign, so outrageous anymore.

If Midoriya is to be honest, the only real recognition of his new powers, of his new role, of his dream that he ever needed was that of his oldest friend. The support, afterwards; the knowledge ingrained in so many other heroes that whatever he’s doing (because even he is not so sure) is good – is overwhelming.

***

Heart, skill, body, wisdom and knowledge.

***

He’d like to tell his mom – let her know that her son is trying his best, on his way to fulfilling a dream thought futile for so long. He wants to tell her: it would have meant the world if you would have told me otherwise, but now I know it was your own way of protecting me later on. The world is cruel, mom. The world is vile. The world is evil. But I will fight it all. Please be proud of me.

***

When he runs on the beach, his chest heaving in pain, his throat aching; when he soaks t-shirts in a matter of minutes after he started; when he eats servings after servings, ending up coming home still hungry; when he barely lifts objects that he should have no deal trying to lift – he’s not sure if he does it for All Might or for himself.

When he swallows a hair, when he goes through a hellish examination where he ends up making the same heroics he’s been noticed for in the first place, when he wears the costume his mother sewed – he knows the answer.

***

There's nothing more fragile than a heart that's swelled to bursting.

***

“I’ll support you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t worry,” is what his mother told him, after the first time she saw him using his powers in the reckless way of someone who just learnt to walk wants to start running.

Nowadays, it’s easier to put her nerves at ease, though he suspects that from time to time she uses up a tissue box even when he’s safe at school, simply because he’s all grown up. He thinks worrying became natural to the people in his life, mainly because of his own fault. But it’s nice to know that he has a support net of persons that are ready to cheer him on, his own mother with her tears and sometimes overbearing carefulness at the head of the crowd.

In time, the circle just gets larger – and having people wishing him the best, even as strangers, just because they appreciated his performance, his heart and guts bleeding on a cold floor, will probably never not make him blush.

***

When All Might smiles, things fall into place: one knows for certain that peace is to be restored, justice to be brought, evil to be defeated. In that smile, in that laugh of his lies the essence of a hero.

But when All Might came to save his (but don’t tell others) favourite class, he was not smiling. He once told Izuku that he smiles to hide the fear, but in that moment, all those golden eggs, bright minds and youthful souls that he learnt in such a small time to care so much about were in danger, and that fear have kept his lips frozen in a most menacing smirk. Later, there would be other things to blame: the pain, the knowledge that power stays only for a while, and the wounds his juniors had suffered through in his absence. They’ve all been devastating: continuously tearing apart at the broad figure, and the smile has been absent until the very bitter end.

Midoriya Izuku still doesn’t know what to make of his hero, of his teacher. In his heart, he wants to make All Might proud, bring honour to the image that he has to represent, as the one with power such as the symbol of peace. But even deeper, behind the desperate need to please someone who’s shown him light when he thought he was engulfed in darkness, is the equally annoying nagging to be better, to surpass the one he once looked up to. Such is the destiny of young pupils.

A hero… goes beyond.

***

1-A is a class that holds potential for greatness: best of what the youth can offer mixed with best of the Quirks. It’s been hard not to feel like a poser sitting next to these people who’ve been honing their skill since they found out about it; sit still and act like he knows what the hell he’s doing while breaking the bones in his body, each at a time, as need asks of him. It is unfair towards his classmates, all who have been welcoming and accepting (as rule of thumb, Bakugou is excluded from all group mentions), who actually look at him and consider him a possible threat to their own luxurious future. A possible companion for years to come, a friend to rely on when things get back. Sometimes, he can’t take it: how blessed he feels simply by having his feelings reciprocated by those around him.

When it comes to Uraraka Ochako, he keeps finding more and more amazing sides to her. He feels like he can’t really do anything for her, cannot reciprocate the kindness she has shown him over and over again, the support she has given him even in the worst of times. He’s not worthy of being looked up at, he’s nothing that special when compared to this girl who’d rather collapse than admit defeat. Everyone learns what their heart yearns for in different ways, and it is always a moment of immense magnitude. When Midoriya realizes he wants this: a family away from home, Uraraka is the first he reaches out for.

Iida Tenya is the next one; gesture as natural as saving him a seat or waiting after him whenever he gets hurt is for the class president. The passion in these people, the intricate pattern of events that brought them in the hero class, with a clear road ahead of them… fuels his own. Growing alongside Iida feels like an honour, especially after knowing exactly the kind of feelings that lie in his heart.

Others follow, naturally. Asui, the one who kept asking of him to call her by her first name and kept her tongue as honest even in the direst situations, and as such being the saving grace of the class several times. Takoyami, whose approval is soft but firm, whose Quirk is the coolest Midoriya had seen, whose trust in his ideas make him blind with happiness.

***

The phrase “worthy opponent” can also mean “friend”. When it comes to Todoroki Shoto, he’s the worthiest of them all. He looks at a young and desperate Midoriya Izuku and thinks: this is what a real hero is, a person that puts his own feelings aside and tries his damn hardest for others, even if those are the enemy. Even with both ice and fire aimed at his body, Midoriya finds a way to slice with his words, to awaken a truth that’s been frozen inside his heart for the longest time.

Prompted by such a fierce dreamer, how can he be left behind? How can he not be prompted to action?

***

I have to live up to the hopes of those who supported me.

***

It really ends like this: Midoriya Izuku grows to be the greatest hero of his generation, still. Plus ultra.