i think that in small tightknit communities, all residents should receive a coupon book on their bday that allows them to commit [x] number of nonviolent crimes per year
am i gonna put you in the book acknowledgements am i gonna be able to say your name without flinching am i ever gonna get a word in edgewise am i ever gonna recover the time i spent with you. computer virus kid; i arrived in your life already begging to be let in. somehow insecure i could even be your friend. like you had a line outside the door and we were all shifting our weight, begging.
you're so fucking good at that - at making people feel like they need to earn you, like you're a commodity none of us can afford. no kindness or careful communication could work on you - you were so good at just going-ghost, about deciding someone just wasn't cool-enough. something about that is super ironic. even the parts of it that weren't romantic felt like a romance book. i wanted you to like me so badly i scrubbed myself clean just so you'd spare me - what. your favor? a look?
okay okay okay. it's just a friendship - if it was even true that we were friends, if you even saw me as someone you trusted. on reddit someone would tell me girl literally just cut her out of your life, it's not that difficult. even i was aware of how fucked up the whole situation was. like, why the fuck do i even care about your approval? you're like, not even that fun to be around. you are often a little bit cruel.
but for almost four years of my life, i thought i had found someone like me. somebody who liked the same things i do. someone who liked to read and who liked making jokes with esoteric references and who spent maybe too much time on the internet and who was absolutely a little bit pretentious. i don't know, something about that was powerful and addictive.
i keep thinking about our last conversation. about how i said - okay, enough is enough. you pushed me too far, you really hurt my feelings.
and how you laughed and said - you think you're the victim?
nemona feels like an obscure blorbo instead of the main rival character from the latest pokemon game because to get to her really good content from people who really get it, you first have to wade through the ocean of yandere pervert obsessive stalker annoying punchable bimbo amazon goddess interpretations of...
... a neurodivergent and possibly disabled high schooler who's desperately trying to make any friends or get any support from her rich neglectful family - while everyone in her school is jealous of their own imagined version of a privileged asshole version of her they made up - who deeply and platonically loves and supports the one new kid who agreed to take the time to get to know and respect her and her special interest without having to hold back her true self
unlike her, it's not great!
kinda feels like she has the same problem in our world that she does in hers.
Izuku's phone rang right after he finished grading the papers and he doesn't even have to check the caller-ID to know who's calling.
"Hello," he said into the speaker as he shuffled around to sort the papers out. "You called just on time."
He heard Shouto hum and he knew that he was pleased. "I am a very punctual man."
Izuku smiled. "You sure are." He stacked all the papers up, finally finishing all his tasks for the day. "Do you not have patrol duties today? I didn't get a notification of your sightings today."
He heard Shouto let out a surprised laugh and Izuku feels proud of himself. "You follow fan pages of me?"
"Yes, of course! How else will I know where you are?"
He heard Shouto laugh again and Izuku can't help but laugh with him. "Just call me," Shouto said. "I'll always answer."
Izuku felt his heart warm at his words. After they'd become adults, it had been hard to get their off-days to coincide with each other. Izuku won't lie and say that that didn't make him a little sad. It was understandable, yes, but there were days where he wished they could all meet up.
"Thank you," he told Shouto with all the sincerity he could muster. He wanted him to know just how much that meant to him. "Call me whenever, too, okay?"
"Okay," Shouto said and Izuku knew that he was smiling that soft smile that made his fans go wild. He would know. He followed those fan pages.
"Also," Shouto continued, "are you heading out now?"
"Oh, yes, I'm heading out now! I just finished grading the papers so I'll be leaving now. Why?"
"Hm, no reason. Just come fast?"
Izuku felt a smile tug his lips and his feet picked up speed. "Are you standing outside right now?" he asked, already feeling his heart swell with happiness.
"Maybe," Shouto replied and that's all it took for Izuku to break into a run (a fast walk, he'd later explain to Aizawa, because 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴.)
He reached the main entrance and, lo behold, there stood Shouto with a phone in his hand, Ochako, Tsuyu and Tenya standing right beside him and Izuku couldn't help the tears that filled his eyes. He was still a crybaby, but he was fine with it because he had friends who made him feel nice about it. He had friends who would make sure to coincide their off-days just to meet him because they were his heroes and maybe he was theirs.
So. I love this. The way Yuri snickers at Flynn showing his real self. The way he, without hesitation, says "yeah" to the idea that he would die in Flynn's place.
But the most important part of this entire thing, which was changed in the dub, is how Yuri specifically jokes that Flynn is trying to abandon him, and Flynn returns and tells Don he had no intention of abandoning Yuri.
Yuri does not hear this. Flynn knows that. But Flynn uses the exact same term Yuri used earlier, as if it's his answer to Yuri and saying no, I would never abandon you.
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Personally I just... love the weight of it. How Flynn will say something about Yuri that Yuri won't hear, but he still speaks it out into existence because it's how he really feels.
Just because Yuri won't hear it doesn't mean he won't say it, and in a way that's even more powerful. He's not looking for the credit of saying it. He's not looking to be recognized for saying it. He's not only expressing how he feels about Yuri somewhere that Yuri himself will hear him.
They're just his real, honest feelings, and he'll admit them even if Yuri's not within earshot.
i was gonna make a whole seperate post about how context and art seems to imply that the ex boyfriend that got stephanie pregnant was at least 18, if not older, when she was 16/15, which is kinda squicky (i mean not if she's 16 really, but 15 yes) but in my journeys on the Stephanie Brown wiki (real and delightful thing that exists) i discovered the batman chronicles #22 where her UNCLE HITS ON HER???? i think that's what we're meant to get from it anyway the dialogue is subtle (the art is not imo). AND I. WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT. STEPHANIE YOU CAN START AS MANY GANG WARS AS YOU WANT WITH YOUR LIFE THE WAY IT IS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
Me, faced with a shiny new story idea: Save it for the Inklings Challenge, save it for the Inklings Challenge, please save it for the Inklings Challenge, I'm begging you please save it for the Inklings Challenge
Anyway they can change between being tiny and human sized. And when they're tinier they can only be seen by the other fae or their selected humans. So if you just passed Noll on the street while Shavuli was perched on his shoulder chatting away you wouldn't see or hear her.
The cast and crew’s involvement with the fandom on Twitter is kind of hilarious because rather than just sitting back while we lose our minds over theories and speculation, they have to go ahead and confirm them.
…way to make the wait between episodes as AGONIZING as possible.