#but I didn't expect it to be this effective

[certifiedsexed]

re: the anon with extremely irregular periods as a teenager. I was the same up until age like 24-ish, which is when I finally moved far enough away from my borderline-abusive family to destress from all the trauma from that, and as I recovered, my periods went from being anywhere from a 22-to-68 day cycle to being every 32-35 days, so I'm not trying to diagnose anyone else, but I didn't know ptsd could affect menstrual regularity and thought it might be worth mentioning.

Anon is referring to this post, for anyone wondering.

Important notes!! That's so true, PTSD and abuse (borderline or not) can really effect your body in ways you would not expect, thank you so much for sharing and mentioning that! ❤

[angelpuns]

Well now, isn't that interesting?

Looks like ' it's complicated ' won the poll!

Again, this doesn't affect anything in the comic, I just like seeing the results. It's very interesting to see how everyone feels about what's going on in the comic :)

Its complicated was kind of the answer I expected, because there's a lot of things going on that have led to what happened. But I also think its interesting that still, even though it is is complicated, more people have sided with Raph. Idk what it means in the long run, but its veryyyyy veryyyy interesting.

The results of the previous poll I believe were most people siding with Raph, but it seems that the fact that Splinter didn't actually know Leo's plan has some effect.

I'm totally just rambling BTW, I think its fantastic to see what everyone thinks!!!!

I have lots and lots of thoughts about Raph and Splinter's relationship and everything that Raph says in this chapter, but I will keep it to myself for now <3333

[slowlystupendousdelusion]

Lemme vomit up what I remember of the improv night then

-notable mention for DT's 'what on earth have I agreed to' mock fear grimace as he was introduced

Okay so I was kind of expecting 2 or so hours of cloying embarrassment, but turns out he is also good at this? It put me in mind of some of those Radio 4 comedy panel shows which he has done before so idk why I didn't have faith. He didn't really stumble, was funny and generally a good sport.

What I remember:

- little warm up bit before DT joined the stage where the audience do the sound effects for the scene. Audience suggestion for 'location for a date' was (perhaps a bit premature given he wasn't even on stage yet) St James Park. PM & SW decided to interpret this as St James Park of Newcastle United fame

- first bit with them on stage was them telling a story but the person speaking switched as the keyboardist changed who he was pointing at sometimes mid-word. Famous/fictional person selected by the audience was Elon Musk (to DT's evident distaste). Inanimate object chosen was a toilet brush. Story involved Musk using a kitten who has ambitions of becoming a democrat as a toilet brush with mentions of various famous democrats in animal costumes.

- they had a bit with PM & DT where they went through the alphabet and each line started with the next letter. Small object suggested by audience was leprechaun. (It was noted that a leprechaun isn't an object) From this we had Irish accents which I'm not sure I've heard DT do before? Also PM mucked up the alphabet on the second go through which was fun

- a bit where PM had to guess his own occupation as suggested by the audience. (Microsoft font designer who uses bananas from a supermarket called David whilst wearing pink pyjamas). DT brought out another accent for his Bill Gates impression and then thoroughly confused PM by being himself to try and give the name of the supermarket.

- another section with 2 on stage in conversation where every response had to be a question and when they failed they got swapped out. One of them was a priest? Somehow dinosaurs were mentioned? DT did both a Chandler impression and a Joey 'how you doin'?'

- there was a scene (I don't think DT was in this one but was watching from the side) where the audience were asked for a hobby (badminton). I think the keyboardist could tell them to change the response for a better one? Each response somehow got increasingly horny.

- A scene with DT & SW as dentists (suggested by audience) where the genre changed with audience suggestions including: musical (obv we like to start big), tarantino (more American accent!), opera (DT's response: "fuck off!" before going ahead and doing it), David Lynch (more American accent), rock opera finale. AND HE WAS ANNOYINGLY GOOD. What do you mean he can hold some kind of a tune while coming up with lyrics about dentistry that kind of rhyme off the cuff?? Also mad how many innuendos can be applied to dentists. Lots of getting drilled and sucking. I do think we as an audience missed a trick by not shouting out Shakespeare as a genre loud enough though.

-another section where they interviewed a scientist (interested in javelin playing elephants as per audience suggestion) where three of them were doing the responses but one word at a time. DT got a little muddled at one point but endearingly so.

- A bit with DT returning a toaster to the shop (SW), but an audience member had to move them into position. This led to an accordion toaster as the sizes kept changing. Kudos to Nan cause if they had pulled me up on stage to do that I think I would have died on the spot. And I probably would have inadvertently put them into a far awkwarder position than just her kneeling in front of him. Also v brave of him to be up for a random audience member touching him tbh.

- I can't remember the context of this but DT called someone a cunt and this caught SW so offguard that she couldn't stop laughing

-there was a hospital scene similar to the dentist one, but instead of genres changing it was the emotions (including ecstasy, menopausal and melancholy.) DT wasn't involved in this one.

- a scene where each of them was doing the speaking for someone else. I'm not sure I've explained that right but basically when PM was speaking it was SW lipsyncing and when SW was speaking it was DT lipsyncing etc etc. Based on a person being shot at a station waiting for a delayed train to Edinburgh. DT got confused multiple times during this.

- DT & PM were neighbours discussing a fence dispute where some of the lines where picked from a bucket of audience suggestions written in the interval. Ended with "you can't leave this bookshop" but was spoken by PM so didn't really get to see much of a DT reaction to it.

I've definitely forgotten a bunch here so feel free to add stuff!

- 500 miles at the end (which I think went on longer than they were expecting)

[charliedawn]

The Miracle Part 4

Toshinori Yagi x Reader

Big revelation ahah ! 😂

Link for Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/charliedawn/779019325976821760/the-miracle-part-3

Tag list: @like-a-clock @decaffeinatedtreewitch @slasherstories123

The door clicked open, and you turned, suddenly feeling a weight settle back into your chest. There, standing in the doorway, was All Might—or, at least, the towering figure of the hero you'd met once before. The source for all hell broke loose. All that because you had decided to give him a gift for saving you…all those problems. And yet, you didn’t believe any of this was his fault. Not really.

"I’m sorry," you muttered, your eyes lowering as a small flush of embarrassment crept up your neck. "For asking for you. I didn’t mean for this to be so…complicated. I didn’t know it would go this far. I just…didn’t want everyone to see the final step. But I trust you, as you saved me before."

All Might, always the bright and positive force, gave you a warm smile, though there was a bit of concern behind his usual enthusiasm. "It’s alright ! You’ve been more than helpful, you don’t have to apologize."

You hesitated for a moment, looking up at him with a mix of nervousness and uncertainty. You took a deep breath, knowing you had to explain everything before you went any further. "The last ingredient…it’s something most would find odd or even disgusting. But…it’s necessary."

All Might raised an eyebrow, but he didn't speak, simply watching you as he waited for you to continue.

With a shaky breath, you spoke again, slower this time. "My Quirk...It's called Recovery Fangs. I've always had snake-like fangs hidden in my mouth. When I was younger, I thought they were just part of me and that much like regular snakes they produced poison—until I realized that instead of poison...I could inject a substance that heals people."

You paused for a moment, watching his reaction. All Might didn't seem grossed out, but you knew he had to be thinking about it. It was hard for most people to accept something like that, something that made people afraid or disgusted. You had hidden it for years, trying to find ways to make it less unsettling.

"I used to just let people think they were venomous," you continued, looking up to meet his gaze. "Because whenever I showed anyone what my Quirk could really do, they either recoiled in fear or got angry—like I was some sort of monster."

You looked down again, your fingers twitching as if the bad memories still clung to you. "So…I started hiding the recovery substance in things like donuts. It made people more willing to accept them, and I could still help without feeling judged."

For the first time, you looked at All Might with genuine fear in your eyes. "I know it sounds strange. But that’s what I’ve been doing. The final ingredient is me—my Quirk—and it works best when it’s delivered like this."

There was a long moment of silence between you, as you expected him to recoil, maybe to turn away in disgust. But All Might didn’t do that. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, his expression serious yet compassionate.

"That’s incredible," he said with a big grin. "You managed to find out the best part of your Quirk ! It means that you are a good person. You were afraid of doing the wrong thing, but you took the right decision and found the BEST use of what makes you unique ! Remarkable !"

You nodded, still unsure whether to feel relieved or anxious about his response. You stepped back slightly, ready to show him what you meant. "I’ve kept them hidden…but I guess I can show you now."

With a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, you allowed your Quirk to take effect. You shifted, your teeth sharp and snake-like, fangs springing out from your gums with a sharp click. It wasn’t painful for you, but you knew how unsettling it could be for others.

All Might’s eyes were wide, but there was no horror or disgust in them. His gaze was filled with curiosity, and even a bit of awe.

"Impressive. But…" He tilted his head quizzically at you. "Do you really think it necessary to hide it ? Why not just tell people what you can do ? I am sure they would understand and you would be able to help a lot of people."

You swallowed, looking down again. "I was afraid of being rejected…of being seen as a monster. I didn’t want to be the kind of person everyone would avoid just because of my Quirk. It was easier to hide it in baked goods. To use it in small ways like this, with something people already love."

For a moment, All Might just stood there, processing your words. Then, he placed a hand on your shoulder.

"I get it now," he said and smiled. "You are scared. You are scared because you care about others’ reactions to your Quirk. I understand. It mustn’t be easy."

You nodded, feeling grateful that at least he understood. All Might’s words of reassurance settled in your chest like a balm, and you finally allowed yourself to feel just a little bit more at ease. You smiled back and All Might seemed to be genuinely glad that you would at least open up to him.

"Thank you," he said, smiling warmly at you. "For trusting me with this. And for everything you’ve done. You trusted me with your secret. So maybe…it’s time I shared one of my own. I suppose…it is only fair."

You blinked, confused. "What do you mean ?"

Toshinori hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. His massive frame seemed to tense for a second—before suddenly, he began to shrink. It wasn’t gradual. One moment, he was the towering, muscular All Might, standing tall with broad shoulders and a powerful presence. And the next, he had withered into a much thinner, frail-looking man. His muscles were gone, his posture slightly slumped, and his face, which had once been sharp and strong, now had deep shadows under his eyes and a much softer expression.

You gasped, staggering back in shock.

"What—what just happened ?!"

Toshinori—because this was clearly not All Might anymore—gave you a small, tired smile. "This is my true form," he admitted. "The one I hide from the world."

You stared, your mind racing to make sense of what you had just seen. "But—you’re All Might !"

"I was," he corrected gently. "But not in the way people think. The truth is…my real name is Toshinori Yagi. And this ?" He gestured to his current form. "This is what I actually look like. The All Might that everyone sees—the strong, invincible hero—is something I can only maintain for short periods of time."

Your breath caught in your throat. This was huge. This was a secret that could shake the entire world if it got out.

"You…" You swallowed hard, looking at him with new eyes. "You trusted me with this ?"

Toshinori nodded. "Like I said. You shared your truth with me. It only seemed right that I do the same."

Your head was still spinning, but a part of you felt…honored. Toshinori Yagi, the Symbol of Peace, had chosen to share one of the biggest secrets of his life with you.

Taking a deep breath, you turned back to the fresh batch of donuts you had just finished making. "Alright," you breathed out, rolling up your sleeves. "Let me show you how my Quirk works."

Without hesitation, you lifted one of the donuts and brought it to your lips. Then, with a soft click, your snake-like fangs extended further, gleaming slightly in the light. You could feel Toshinori’s eyes on you, but you ignored it for now. Carefully, you bit down on the donut—your fangs piercing the soft dough. A small shudder ran through your body as you activated your Quirk, releasing the healing liquid into the pastry. It was a process you had done countless times before, but this time, under Toshinori’s watchful gaze, it felt…different.

Once you were finished, you withdrew your fangs and examined the donut, making sure the liquid had properly infused into the filling. Satisfied, you placed it back on the tray and turned to Toshinori.

"That’s it," you explained. "The healing liquid I produce works best when absorbed through food—it helps the body accept it more naturally. If injected directly, the effects can be…overwhelming."

Toshinori gave a small hum of understanding before his gaze flickered toward you.

"And you hide it in donuts because…?"

Your lips pressed into a thin line. "Because people freak out when they hear I basically spit into their food," you muttered, looking away. "Even if it’s harmless, even if it helps… most people get grossed out. Some even got angry when they found out."

Toshinori was quiet for a long moment. Then, to your surprise, he chuckled—a warm, genuine sound.

"People can be ridiculous," he told you, shaking his head in disbelief. "They worship heroes with explosive sweat and frog-like tongues, but healing fangs ? Too far."

You blinked, then let out a small laugh. "Yeah. Pretty much."

After a brief pause, you cleared your throat and grew serious again.

"Now…" you hesitated. "I’ll need to see your injury. Just so I can evaluate how many donuts you’ll need."

Toshinori tensed for a second, his smile fading slightly. You could tell he wasn’t used to showing his injury—it was something he kept hidden, just like his true form.

But after a moment, he gave a small nod.

"Alright," he said, reaching for the hem of his shirt. "I trust you."

And with that, he lifted his shirt—revealing the damage that had nearly cost him everything.

The moment Toshinori lifted his shirt, your breath hitched. You had expected an injury—maybe a bad scar, something deep, something painful. But this…This was worse than you ever could have imagined.

A massive, purplish swirl of scar tissue stretched across his abdomen, jagged and uneven, as if his very flesh had been shattered and barely stitched back together. Even now, you could feel the remnants of damage radiating from it—the kind of deep, internal wounds that never truly healed.

You took an instinctive step back, eyes wide in shock.

That…That would take a lot of donuts.

Toshinori noticed your reaction and gave a wry smile, though there was no amusement in it.

"I take it the damage is worse than you thought ?" he asked lightly.

You swallowed, forcing yourself to regain composure. "Yeah," you admitted. "A lot worse."

For a moment, you considered telling him the faster method—direct injection. If you used your fangs on him instead of the donuts, the healing process would accelerate significantly. But…You hesitated.

"The process would be quicker if I injected you directly," you finally admitted, eyes flickering up to his. "But it would also be a lot more painful. And even then, a single bite wouldn’t be enough—you’d have to go through that pain multiple times before we got anywhere."

Toshinori nodded understandingly, but you shook your head.

"I still think the donuts are the better option," you continued. "They’ll take longer, but it’ll be a lot easier on you and your body—especially with how serious the injury is and the toll it took on your body…"

Toshinori nodded, as if considering his options. "And how long are we talking ?"

You let out a slow breath.

"At least three months," you confessed. "You’ll need to eat one of my donuts every day—no exceptions. Over time, the healing liquid will rebuild the damaged tissue and restore some of what was lost."

Toshinori’s eyes widened slightly. "Three months...?"

You shrugged. You assumed he was disappointed. "It’s not a miracle cure. Your injury is severe—it’ll take time."

For a moment, Toshinori was silent, staring down at his exposed scar. Then, after what felt like forever, he let out a soft chuckle.

"You know," he mused, pulling his shirt back down, "I was expecting you to say something like ‘several years’ or ‘it’s impossible.’ But three months ?" He grinned. "That sounds like nothing."

You huffed. "It won’t be easy."

"But it’s possible."

You smiled and nodded.

Toshinori’s grin turned hopeful—grateful even.

"Then I’ll do it," he assured you and stood up. "Every day. No exceptions."

And from the way he said it—from the conviction in his voice—you knew he meant it.

You let out a sigh and stretched your arms. "Alright, I think that’s enough for today. Can you walk me out, Toshinori ?"

He blinked. "Oh, of course."

You turned toward the door, but the moment Toshinori opened it—

"SO, DOES IT WORK ?!"

You jumped back at the sudden loud voice, nearly stumbling back into the counter. Standing right outside the door was Hizashi Yamada, grinning ear to ear, arms crossed. Behind him, Aizawa was leaning against the wall, looking only mildly guilty, while a few other teachers tried (and failed) to look innocent.

You squinted your eyes suspiciously at them.

"…Were you eavesdropping ?"

Hizashi threw his hands up. "Hey, it’s not eavesdropping if we were already worried !"

You huffed, crossing your arms. "Sure."

Toshinori sighed beside you. "Yamada-sensei…"

But Hizashi wasn’t letting up. He turned back to you, practically buzzing with energy. "So ? Does it work ?"

You stared at him, debating whether to even answer. But you could already see the anticipation in his eyes—he wasn’t leaving without one.

Finally, you rolled your eyes. "Yes, it works."

Hizashi whooped, pumping his fist. "HA ! I knew it !" He spun to Aizawa. "You owe me dinner, dude !"

Aizawa merely sighed, rubbing his temples.

You narrowed your eyes. "Wait. You bet on this ?"

"Uh—" Hizashi froze.

Aizawa immediately turned and walked away. "I’m going back to my nap."

Hizashi gawked. "Dude !"

You shook your head, exasperated, while Toshinori chuckled beside you. It seemed like this wasn’t the first time they pulled something like this.

"Alright, I’m going now," you muttered, walking past them toward the gates. Toshinori followed close behind, but Hizashi wasn’t done yet.

"Hey, wait! Before you go—" Hizashi jogged beside you, flashing you a grin. "Can I try one of those donuts ?"

You stared at him and Toshinori sighed.

Aizawa, from a few steps away, muttered, "Just let him get punched so we’ll have an actual reason to use them."

You chuckled. But, you were also kind of worried. Were they all going to follow you to the gates ?

"You know," Recovery Girl stepped forward, hands on her hips, "we could really use someone like you here at UA."

You blinked, caught off guard. "Wait—what ?"

She smiled. "How would you feel about becoming a nurse here ?"

Your mouth fell open slightly. That was not what you had expected. A job ? At UA ?

Without thinking, you instinctively turned to look at the three men standing nearby—Toshinori, Aizawa, and Hizashi. Toshinori looked pleasantly surprised, like he thought it was a wonderful idea. Aizawa was unreadable at first, but after a moment, he gave you a slow nod, as if acknowledging that it made sense.

And Hizashi ? Hizashi grinned and clasped his hand together. "Oh, you should totally do it."

You chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck. "I dunno…I appreciate the offer but I never went to any medical school."

Recovery Girl waved a hand dismissively. "Bah ! You have a healing Quirk that works better than most medicines we have access to. That alone makes you more than qualified. Besides, you’d be working under my supervision. I wouldn’t just throw you in without guidance."

You hesitated, glancing at the three men again. Toshinori still looked encouraging, Aizawa remained unreadable, and Hizashi… well, Hizashi looked way too excited about the idea.

"Come on !" Hizashi grinned. "That’d be so cool ! You’d get to hang out with us all the time !"

Aizawa sighed. "That’s not exactly the selling point here."

"But it’s a bonus," Hizashi shot back.

You bit your lip, thinking. The idea of working at UA, being surrounded by Pro Heroes every day, was intimidating—but at the same time… the thought of being able to use your Quirk to actually help people like Toshinori without being judged for it ? That was tempting.

Still, you weren’t sure.

"I…" You took a deep breath. "Can I have some time to think about it ?"

Recovery Girl nodded. "Of course, dear. But don’t take too long—we could use you sooner rather than later."

You exhaled, nodding understandingly. "Alright. I’ll think about it this weekend and give you my answer on Monday."

Toshinori smiled. "Whatever you decide, I’m grateful for everything you’ve already done."

Hizashi gave you a thumbs-up. "And hey, if you do say yes, we can throw you a welcome party !"

Aizawa sighed again, but you swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch upward.

You laughed softly. This was definitely not how you expected your day to go…

You waved goodbye to them before finally stepping out of UA. As soon as you were past the gates, you let out a deep breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

That had been…a lot.

You pulled your coat tighter around yourself and hurried home, your mind buzzing with everything that had happened. But the moment you stepped inside your home, you froze. Haru was sitting on your couch, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently against the floor. Their sharp gaze locked onto you the second you walked in.

"Well ?" they demanded. "Did everything go well,? What did you find out ? And—" They narrowed their eyes. "Are you in trouble ?"

You blinked, still processing everything, before sighing and flopping onto the couch beside them.

"Depends on your definition of trouble," you muttered.

Haru groaned. "That’s not reassuring.”

You rubbed your temples. "Long story short ? They think I’m some kind of miracle worker, they want me to work at UA, and I may have just agreed to heal All Might for the next three months."

Silence.

Then—

"You WHAT ?!"

[self-loving-vampire]

Unexpected moves are also not the same thing as random moves. I have managed to win some games (not chess) against people who were a little bit better than me by doing things they didn't expect, but it was all calculated in advance and relied on having an understanding of what they were likely to do.

It wasn't just doing shit randomly, which generally has little effect and is easy to counter if you have basic knowledge.

most bizarre misconception i keep seeing about chess online is "you can beat a really good player like a grandmaster just by playing random moves and confusing them so they don't know what to play next". bestie that is not how it works at all. if your moves don't do anything they will just do their own thing and set up their pieces to trap you

[rave-rz]

Those critiques were everything I hoped they would be. Now tell us about MHA.

Are your grievances the same as our grievances? Where'd the show lose you? What arc had the glasses come off?

A lot of my issues with My Hero Academia are pretty easy to find on tumblr, I reblog some of my favourite posts from time to time but the posts I tend to agree the most about are from Justatalkingface, Bibibbon and Saphhic-Agent, as well as A List Exists on Youtube. This is gonna be hard to explain my thoughts on so LONG RANT Incoming lmao. My thoughts ended up going everywhere so nothings really all that ordered rip.

Regarding when the show started to lose my interest? It's a bit embarrassing to admit, but I started off enjoying my time but once we got to the Sports festival I started to lose the wind in my sails. I already have loads of issues with Bakugo but my main gripe with him started during the sports festival, how a big of a deal the story made his fight with Uraraka. How he was taking her seriously from the very beginning. Except that's hard for me to believe when this is pretty much the only time I can remember him ever fighting the way he did during the manga, standing still and waiting for his opponents moves. When does he ever do that?? Starting at this point in the story you realize Horikoshi has favourites and you can tell which ones lol. It's Aizawa, Bakugo and Endeavor. Now I understand these are the characters that people love and they make money but still, if I can feel your favoritism through the pages? That's not good. Horikoshi has a habit of stating things and just sorta expecting the readers to deal with it? Like there's no easing into anything it's just 'this is happening, I hope you accept it cause we're moving on, now turn the page'. He states there was GENOCIDE that happened towards people with mutant quirks, moving on. He implies quirkless people are also discriminated against, moving on. He introduces the quirk singularity and the possible end of the world, we're moving on. Hell he kills off his main 3 antagonists, having his 3 main characters effectively fail and yet we still move on, only Uraraka got to actually react to anything and even then it's not great since she's blaming herself for getting stabbed.

He also seems to develop a hatred for introspection as the series goes on? By the end we're left mostly speculating on major character's thoughts and motivations, we don't really know why Deku decided to become a teacher or what he thought of Shigaraki and what happened to him, we don't know how Dabi felt in his last moments, or more importantly how Shouto felt about the ending of the fight (I mean, he specifically invented a move to beat Dabi without hurting him (cold fire, sure) but not only is his brother going to die but his 'failure' caused his other siblings and mother to step in and get permanently injured, how does he feel about that??). Characters slowly become a hivemind towards the end, all having the same opinions on the events (Everyone reacted pretty much the same to Aoyama's traitor reveal, despite no one ever really interacting with him and if they did, they didn't seem like him all that much). Characters just aren't allowed to be wrong it feels, in the sense that if they come to a conclusion and it's not the factually correct one, it's pretty quickly corrected by another character like Deku. Admittedly this one might be spotty since I remember thinking this but at the same time my mind cannot come up with a specific example, it might be in the todoroki family sub arc.

Now when it comes to the characters, I actually like the idea of characters more than the actual characters since I don't like how Horikoshi decided to write 90% of his characters. Like Hawks could've been really cool if he wasn't regulated to a sidekick by the end. One character I have very strong opinions on is Dabi, I hate how he was written and by extension Endeavor and the rest of the Todoroki subplot.

Now uh, here is a hot take: I didn't like Dabi's dance (as a reveal). As a chapter it was really cool! But as a reveal of Dabi is Touya it felt less like a reveal to the characters and more of a confirmation to the readers that they were right and this chapters a little treat for waiting so long for this reveal to happen.

Cause let's be honest, almost everybody pegged Dabi as a Todoroki, even before people knew Shouto had multiple siblings and Touya was revealed to be 'dead'. It was practically treated as canon for fanfic writers. But as the manga went on it never brought up Touya or the traitor at all until the last sprint and boom we got Dabi's dance and THEN we'll get his backstory. Because readers got Dabi first, tying him to Touya who we don't get any info on until after he's revealed to be Dabi. A lot of their reactions end up being

because logically, why should they care? Who Touya was has been essentially a non-factor to the entire story. No one has every talked about him, we know absolutely nothing regarding who he was until after Dabi's dance. The reader's opinion on Dabi has been made by this point in the story (290 chapters in) and it's too late to change it with just a sad backstory. (haine-Kleine made a really good post regarding it). Not to mention everything Dabi did meant literally nothing since not a damn person reacted to him brocasting that he was 1. a murderer, 2. the #1 hero's supposed dead eldest son (now a murderer), and 3. abused by said hero along with the rest of the family. Like nothing came from that at all, even the main character told him that Endeavor's trying to change as a rebuttal. So nice going Dabi, your on roll with failing lol. Onto Endeavor cause I'm gonna be quick lol. His atonement arc sucks since not only did he not really do anything to acheive that. He just kept repeating how he intends to atone, and the best (and probably only) way to work towards that would be for him to confront Touya as a father and not a hero. Except no, he not only sends Shouto to deal with Touya (so he and hawks can fight the more important thing), but when he does deal with Touya it's cause he had too (and it was done as a hero). In the end he just sorta lost nothing of significance? He's in a wheelchair yeah but that's not really what I call a concequence to his shitty behavior. He retired as a hero sure, but he was always gonna do that. Bro could've been cool if the story kept him as a heavily flawed individual who actively tried to improve knowing he'd lose more than he'd gain, but instead every character gasses him up lol. This is getting too long so I'm gonna touch briefly on 2 more things and that's it lol. The ending 'solves' most of it's issues by essentially saying 'our people are in charge so we're doing it right'. Hawks is HPSC president and he's just better at it I guess, Uraraka is expanding quirk counseling (despite not know what the issues were? And also just not mentioning Toga ever) and Shouji is helping stop the heteromorph racism peacefully. Again, we're back to 'we're moving on' since these guys are fixing these issues! How? Don't worry about it, turn the page. Finally, a I would've loved to see more focus on the 'academia' part of the story. Despite Horikoshi clearly being uninterested in UA as a concept. He tries to make you believe 1-A is this found family which given their interactions, I don't believe for a goddamn second. We know barely anything about the any character and any tidbits we do know are from character sheets outside the story. The 'academia' in My hero Academia could've been the time to learn about characters and develop them/their relationships. Learn why each of them wanted to even be there. Cause every character is quite literally a 'good person' in the 'I wanna be a hero to save people' way. Which isn't inherently bad but if every character is like this? No thanks. This is why I don't like Stain (Man showed up in the end, was a hinderance and then died), he's introduced along with the idea that people in this world choose to be heroes for multi reasons. Some do it to save people but some also do it for the paycheck. Yet every character we see has that 'instinct to save those in danger' no matter their attitude, the only exceptions to this are Endeavor and Mineta. One of which is admired as a good hero or person who's trying to be good by the cast and the other is someone no one takes seriously. Even Uraraka was introduced as being in it for the paycheck, but pretty quickly overshadow by her learning how much she wants to help others. Okay I'm cutting myself off there lmao. But yeah, A lot of my complaints are pretty common I think. I started having issues with the story starting at the Sports festival/Stain arcs but Overhaul was awful. Final arc was even worse lol.

[kigozula]

From now on, Captain Chan… you’re stuck with us. And you will be for a long time,” Azula said, with a dry grin. - Gladiator Chapter 353

[babykittenteach]

Re: Theft

You ever watch a crime drama where a detective is going around trying to talk to witnesses and everyone's too scared to say anything?

Okay, imagine basically a year of that.

Last April is when I noticed first that he'd basically yoinked some tags I left on another person's post to make his own post. Then I saw him do something like that to someone else that I didn't know and couldn't talk to.

Then I saw someone post about their fic idea they were working on, people reblogged all excited, including me. Then about an hour or so later PCCP began his own fic with the same idea.

The general post yoinking kept on for a while, and then I assume people know at this point that the fic thing happened to [a writer] I talked to [a writer] privately about it and encouraged blocking. They worked it out privately and I was asked to not pursue. Out of respect, I did not, but I kept paying attention, and I especially was not fond of the guilt tripping way PCCP talked about this.

This was roughly around the time bizarrelittlemew noticed he'd basically rewritten a post from someone else and reblogged the original so they were doing the rounds at the same time. A screenshot of that "coincidence" made the rounds as a funny post? Which was baffling to me.

I talked to at least two other authors who also didn't want to do any kind of confrontation. Add to that a couple other people who'd noticed he was taking post ideas. Still, no one wanted to go anywhere with it. Meanwhile, random fics happened that sounded similar to others --spaceship plots, BDSM clubs, etc. You can probably find these.

Last summer, I posted my first major fic for this fandom, on an account I actually had not intended to link to this art account. (I sort of wanted the writing to stand on its own, and also, I usually post fluffy things for art while writing can get messier.) That made me a no name, and the fic wasn't immediately noticed, but shortly after, I got a kudos from PCCP. And knowing what he had done to other people, I decided to own the fic on this relatively large account so that if he did anything he'd know it was me. And he did. The next day after kudosing the fic, he took a joke from it about Stede falling through the roof to make his own short tumblr fic. A little after that he messaged me to say he really loved my fic and was working on leaving a comment. That never happened, and I was unwilling to talk to him further privately because I have had experience with manipulators that will threaten you with their mental health. If I were going to confront him, I'd prefer witnesses.

This messed me up pretty bad, btw; I was previously in a fandom where someone just search and replaced my entire fic to be about a different ship. That was September.

In October, I was posting my own personal rewatch of S2, and I made a joke about a misheard lyric in part of my large post. A few hours later, PCCP made the same joke its own post. I lost my temper and tried again to talk to people. No one was particularly willing, and I didn't think at that point that any of the examples I personally had the right to share with people, since I'd been asked to drop it by others, would convince anyone.

So, I blocked him outright. The only reason I hadn't before then was because I was still trying to keep track of when he did this shit to people, and like motherfucking clockwork I get a message alerting me that he was posting a Woe Is Me spiel about getting blocked. Also, he was apparently soliciting donations in exchange for fic. Which is, you know, bad.

You'll notice I'm still being vague about examples, because I was asked to leave people out of it. Repeatedly. So I am. If you want more, you'll have to hope other writers come forward.

And basically none of this matters compared to racefaking and tumorfaking, but maybe it gives you a picture of someone with no fucking respect for other people who is willing to manipulate them to avoid consequences.

[zudz]

Honestly, I thought the premise was bad. Of course it wasn't a good way to get a twist. Twists require subverting expectations. I'm expecting a twist, and I don't have well grounded expectations.

But I'm lying if I said that didn't sneak right up on me and hit me like a truck. No spoilers, but if you uave nostalgia for this particular 90's sci-fi book series then this is HIGHLY effective.

A fanfiction experiment: does not knowing which fandom you are reading make a good twist?

I love fanfiction.

But I also love suddenly discovering new things when reading a book. I like being surprised by shifts in tone, genre or style when reading. And the tagging and filtering systems used on AO3 and fanfiction dot net are so very good at letting you know exactly what you’re getting before you start reading, that it’s almost imposable to get pleasantly surprised like that. It's a great system for avoinding stuff that mught be triggering or just not your jam, or for finding what you like, but I miss the suprise sometimes.

So, as an experiment, I’m going to post the following Poll, and a short fic underneath the “keep reading” with nothing in the tags to let you know which fictional world this is set in. This is fanfic, but you won’t know which fandom until you start reading.

Does working it out in real time what fandom you’re in make for a fun twist?

CW for swearing and one obloquie reference to what might be offscreen sex.

Tagging a bunch of my mutuals that I think are involved in fanworks from several different fandoms to see if they enjoy the twist or if this is dumb. Sorry. Feel free to share for a wider audience.

@rain-droplet @zarohk @myheartisbro-ken @thejakeformerlyknownasprince @moonlight-fox @jewishpangolin @sarifel-corrisafid-ilxhel @abigfuzzybear @sillycourtjester @nazguldivorce @natalieironside @eom-02 @flamingswordofdoom @ghost-avian @thisfuckingdork @nice-is-neat @gaykarstaagforever @noeudspapillons @kabukiaku @bunjywunjy

Unpaved road. Barbed wire fence. Montana cattle country, high summer. Car.

The man in the grey suit stood in the road looking at the open hood of the car, forlorn. He took out his phone for the third time and checked. No signal. His expression did not change at this.

Upon hearing hoofbeats, he stepped over and looked, shielding his eyes from the beating sun with both hands.

“Can I help you?” asked the woman on horseback from the other side of the fence. Early or Mid 20s, black, handsome. Blue jeans, Gillingham shirt, scuffed work boots, straw cowboy hat. Faint California accent.  Rifle slung over back, old military surplus canteen dangling from the pommel of the saddle.

“Umm, yeah.” Said the man. No accent. East coast, maybe. “My rental has died on me. Do you have a phone?”

“No signal.” Said the woman, sliding off the horse and resting one foot on the barbed wire, before vaulting over, one hand on her shoulder to stop the rife swinging. “I keep a satellite phone in my truck, but that’s over the far side of the ranch. Here.” She said, tying the reigns to the fence. “I’ll take a look. What seems to be the problem?”

The man looked nervously from the rifle to the car for a moment. “Honestly? Dammed if I know. Darn thing just died on me. You out hunting?” He asked. The woman snorted.

“No, I don’t approve of hunting for sport, and I don’t eat meat anymore. I carry this for defence. Coyotes, more than people. I’ve got foals in the far paddock, and that attracts predators.”

“So you shoot them?” the man asked, sounding surprised. The woman shook her head.”

“I don’t plan to.” She said, moving to the car and resting the gun against the front bumper. The man moved out of the way and down the road a speck, giving her some room to work. “Usually I go for organic controls, this is just for last ditch emergencies.”

“Organic controls?” said the man, confused. He patted down his pockets, then pulled out a packet of cigarettes. He then took off his suit jacket, a remarkably human gesture in that heat. “What’s that?”

“Oh, coyotes and wolves are territorial. You get a large wolf to mark the edges of your land, and the rest of them generally stay away. Doesn’t work on bears, but bears are more likely to spook a horse foraging than actually hunt one. They need to be run-off, but they generally move when a large stallion charges them. We don’t get many grizzlies here, and the black bears wont normally bother a full grown horse.”

The man snorted. “You have a tame wolf, like, a pet? Just to piss on the fenceposts?” the women laughed. “No, that would be ridiculous. You can order pellets online. Wool soaked in wolf urine, wolf or tiger dung pellets, scares off the Coyotes or Cougars. Fresher is better, but thankfully I know someone at a zoo, they sort me out.” She said, looking over the engine.

“Ah? So this is your land then, I take it?” he said, moving to stand in the road, directly behind her, five paces back. Where she couldn't see.

“Yep. Nearly a thousand hectares, half horse ranch, half re-wilding program, down by the national forest. I’m partnered with fish and game. We’re reintroducing bevers next spiring, and I’m very exited about it.” She said, frowning. It honestly didn’t look like there was anything wrong with the car at all.

“Ah. Nice place. Said the man, putting an unlit cigarette to his lips. “A little hard to find.” He added, lighting up with a smile.

The woman paused. She, and there was no other word for this, twisted. Not like she was moving, but like something had suddenly gone very wrong with her spine, just for a second. Then it was over, and she calmly put one hand on the gun.

The man smiled. “Organic controls, so I see. You know, for a moment I thought I had the wrong person, but when faced with a clear threat, you reached for the gun second.”

“There are snipers.” She said, calmly. “You should know I’m being watched by the government, so if you try any crazy fanboy bullcrap-”

“Private first class Macerson and Lance-corporal Evens, USMC scout snipers, seconded out a military unit that doesn’t officially exist, yes, we knew you’d spotted them. You took the time to wait until they were replaced with the night shift, Cooper and Mackie, and then drove into town and went straight to the same bar they always hit up when they’re off duty. I presume you’d been trailing them for some time? Honestly, just confronting them would have spooked them enough, did you really need to pretend you didn’t know who they were and hook up with Evens? The poor boy is quite stricken with guilt, so I’m told. You didn’t have to twist the knife. They watch you, and we watch them. Something in Latin, ect ect. ” Said the man. He offered the cigarette to the woman, who was now standing there facing him, fists balled by her side, looking furious.

“You’re government.” She said. It was not a question.

“Yes.” Said the man smiling sweetly thought the smoke. Menthol, she noticed.  “But not yours. Although I am here with their permission.” He took a long drag.  “You know, I’m not joking when I said you were hard to find. Honestly? I thought the bird would have been the hardest to contact, but Fish and Game have an entire team dedicated to tracking his movements. I was as close to him as I am to you, if you’re wondering. He was about there” he said, pointing to the road “Pecking at roadkill. Not chatty. Marco now, Marco has a fucking press-agent and to be honest, you can mostly find him by heading to the right nightclubs and aiming for the mirrors, and poor, poor Jake, well… if you have the right security clearance, you can not only find him but make him call you ‘sir’. This spot, this spot now… properly of the radar. I had to pull a lot of strings at the state department to even find out about this place.”

“Good for you. Fuck off. I’m not interested.” She said moving to the fence and untying her horse. “I’m over it, and even if I wasn’t I don’t take kindly to strangers coming over and-”

“We’ve met before.” He said, calmly. “Back in the war.”

She hesitated “I- I don’t recall.”

The man laughed. “Well, I did look quite different then. Hork-Bajir host. You ripped my throat out. Worst thing was, I was already in the Yerk Peace Movement at the time, just had the bad luck to draw guard duty right before the famed ‘Anderlite bandits’ raided. Got off lucky, all things considered: Rachel was crushing heads that day. We need you, Cassie, the peace movement.”

“And? We’re at peace, more or less.”

“More.” The man said, sighing, “Or less. The empire is collapsing, Cassie. You’re out of the loop but I imagine you still follow the news. Balkanizing, infighting, the remnants re-militarizing, and there are some very nasty rumours starting to appear form the far edges of the empire about gods-knows what. Members of the peace movement like myself who spent years working our way up the government to key positions now find there’s hardly a government left anymore, and those of us who made allies in the Andalite and human governments, and those of us who keep in touch with the Notlith community have started to disappear, right here on earth. It… it’s falling apart.”

The young woman sighed. “It always does. What’s it to do with me.”

The man looked upset. “You founded the peace movement, we had hoped-”

“You’re not going to find peace by pulling me, specifically, into another war. What do you want? Spit it out.”

The man narrowed his eyes, took a deep pull on the menthol, glaring at her through smoke, and then continued.

“Some of the Yerk Nothlit community here on earth have, ah, some regrets about choosing to Nothlit themselves. Their dissatisfaction makes them prime recruiting material for yerk nationalists who want to re-build the empire, some of them are working with organized crime in Brazil… and there is a rumour that Andalite medics have found a method to cure Nothlit syndrome. Worse, the rumours are true: having looked over their findings from my contacts in the Andalite military, it looks like they are either there, or very close to it. You see the implication?”

She sighed. “Thousands of angry Yerks who want to re-build the empire running amok in the amazon? Yes I can see the problem. Why is it my problem though? What do you want me to do? Go and make a PR appearance advocating the merits of staying a snake? Wiggle a dead rat around for them so it still looks alive?”

“No. Our initial plan was to just assassinate the Andalite scientists that were working on the cure, oh, don’t give us that look. The Andalite military refused to look the other way, so the best we could manage was to get them to evoke Seerow’s Kindness and not share the cure with us Yerks.”

“I sense a but coming.”

“But, someone sneaked a copy of the research notes out, via the Skrit Na, and they made their way to earth. The Yerk Peace movement and the governments of the Unites States and Brazil agreed that on the balance of probability this was a bad thing, and we sent a team into to recover or destroy the data.”

“I’m not doing it. Not getting involved. If some yerks want to un-Nothlit themselves, that’s their choice.”

"Oh, no… we’ve already destroyed the data, we believe, the mission was a success. That’s not the problem.”

“So what is?”

“The team didn’t make it out.  We need someone morph-capable to go into the amazon on a search and recue-”

“Fuck off.” she said, re-mounting the horse.

The man sighed. “I could have gone to Jake, I have the authority to just order him to do it. I could have tried to leverage Tobias, he has… personal stakes in this, but I think he’s too far gone for this. I could even just appeal to Marco’s ego, or request the Andalite military sends a war-prince and some special forces. This is time sensitive, so do you know why I’m wasting time with you?”

“I’m sure you’ll tell me.” She said.

“Jake, the Andalites, the US government, all told me the same thing: it’s not worth it. The probability of getting them out alive is too low. We’d lose more people trying to pull them out than we’d save, plus the collateral casualties… They all looked at the maths, and decided it wasn’t viable. I need someone who doesn’t look at the maths. Someone who cares about the lost lives… someone who will feel bad if this goes wrong, and hold back as a result. We have a Chee contact in place to run intel and support the op, we have a backup team, but what we don’t have is anyone I’d trust to do it right. Someone is killing our people, ma’am. The Nothlit yerks that refuse to join the New Empire, and no doubt killing a lot of innocent anacondas in the process.  They’re dying. And I need some who is sane, functional, and cares if that stops or not. You’ll be compensated for your time: 2 million, donated to the wildlife charities of your choice, we already know your usual ones-”

“No.” said the woman, wrestling the horse around to leave.

The man pulled out a Dracon beam. The woman cussed and reached for her rifle.

He turned, and quite calmly used the weapon to burn a number onto the nearest fencepost.

“Modulated beam, the latest tech.” he said. “My phone number. I’d try my business card, but I imagine you’d rip it up dramatically. Call anytime.” He said, dropping the hood and climbing into the car. It started first time.

“Why in the hell would I call you?” she yelled.

“Because tonight, when you’re done running around on all fours marking fence-posts or seducing your minders or whatever you do on a weeknight, you’ll wonder just how many people will die if you don’t.” The man said, calmy, driving away. *****

Cassie lay in bed looking at the ceiling for a long time.

“Fuck.” She said, after some time.

There was a noise. Coyotes. You couldn’t blame them, for being killers. It was just what they did.

They didn’t choose to kill others.

She sighed, walked to the window of the ranch-house, and focused for a second, morphing her vocal cords. It took barely ten seconds.

She slid the screen off her open window, stuck her head out, and howled.  The Coyotes got the message, and left.

There. She didn’t have to shoot them, sometimes you could just scare them off, so long as they knew who the top-dog in this neighbourhood was.

Sometime the threat of force worked better than force itself. Sometimes you needed a nuanced touch to your violence, if you wanted to spare lives.

She sighed, and ran her fingers through her short buzzed hair. 

“Shit.” She said, eventually.

Cussing the whole way, she stomped downstairs to the house phone. She did not own a cell phone. No point. This was one of the last spots in the lower 48 with no cell signal of any kind. Every time they tried to build a tower here, an increasingly ludicrous succession of rare birds would be seen trying to nest on the exact spot they had picked. Never a pair, but always a single highly endagered bird trying it’s damnedest to build a nest. Eventually the government had got the fucking hint and intervened with AT&T on her behalf.

Hating herself, she picked up the phone.

He answered on the second ring.

“How many lives?” was all she asked.

“At least eighteen, more if it goes badly. Three morph-capable humans and one morph-capable Hork-Bajir, four yerks, ten regular humans who just got caught up in this mess.  They’ve been gone 24 hours, so we’re looking at Kandrona starvation soon, if they’re not executed first.

“I… morph capable controllers?!” she said, surprised.

He laughed. “Not every Yerk on earth took your offer to become a Nothlit, Cassie. The US government captured some portable Kandrona’s during the war. You’re smart, and attuned to social issues: if the US military wanted morphing special forces, did you not think the CIA would want the ability to finally puppet someone after years of Manchurian candidate MK Ultra bullshit? Sadly, some Yerks just switched one empire for another. Plus, Jake’s toy-soldiers only have so many hours of training per day: if they spend all their time running around with guns and practicing morphing, that’s no time to learn languages or technical data. Four Operatives, each with a Yerk co-pilot to round-out their skillset. All volunteers from the yerk peace movement: went in to try and stop the killing of Nothlits and the un-Nothlit-ing the radicals. Captured. Human organized criminals aiding the Yerk Ultra-nationalists. Voluntary controllers, Narco’s with Dracons and an axe to grind, and a bunch of very pissed-off snakes. Absolutely the worst-case scenario.”

“Fuck. Location?”

“Brazilian-Venezuelan boarder. We have a bug fighter on standby. We can get you to the approximate location to meet your team in…. seventeen minuets.”

She digested this information, drumming her fingers on the phone.

“Is this a trap?” she asked, finally.

“Certainly. But not one I’ve laid, or it would be better fucking organised. They are suspecting we’ll send someone in, they are not suspecting you, or a Chee. That gives us some hope.”

“Okay, and one more thing before I decide: You said you thought you could get Tobais involved, but he was too far gone. Personal stakes, you said. What did you mean by that?"

Pause. Crackling phone static.

“The Morph capable Hork-Bajir is Rak Hamee, Jara and Ket’s son. Younger brother of US congresswoman Toby Hamee, and they are being held hostage by Yerk nationalists to try and leverage us into giving them the Nothlit cure.”

“Fuck.” Said Cassie. “Land the Bug in the south paddock. I don’t want you spooking the horses.”

[michamiw]

Sinclair it's doing pretty good in Canto III (ref under the cut)

yeah, this scene

[rawliverandcigarettes]

Thinking about Mass Effect, as you do, and how I'm kind of sad that the way it's been engraved in pop culture has more to do with the way internet reacted to it at the time than what the actual game is about. Yes sure, it's about romance (and not that much all things considered) and it's pulpy (but not solely because of hot lady aliens), but it's also intricate worldbuilding that touches on a lot of sharp ideas, and a complicated tug-of-war between a genuine and vulnerable belief in reconciliation and community VS post 9-11 US military propaganda and steadfast belief in heroic exceptionalism, and the melancholic yet energizing mood, and the daring narrative systems, and so so much more than the 'We'll Bang OKs" and the "There's No Shepard Without Vakarian" and the whole ME3 ending situation

It's all there, but I'm sad the impact of the series is often reduced to (what I think is) the least interesting parts of its sum

[yellowvixen]

his heels <3

[lena-thinks-too-much]

Okay I disagree that that men can't experience eldest daughter syndrome but I do agree that dick Grayson doesnt have eldest daughter syndrome. The oldest brother of multiple younger siblings can absolutely have eldest daughter syndrome. It's essentially the effect of becoming a surrogate parent to your siblings and being forced to grow up too fast and too responsible because of that. It's more common for eldest daughters because of patriarchal expectations but I think disqualifying men just because they're male is a fallacy.

Dick Grayson doesn't have eldest daughter syndrome because he didn't have any siblings until after he was an adult and moved out. He never had the chance to be parentified in the way eldest daughters often are. The trope that fits dick is the dutiful princess (but I'm not going to elaborate on that here).

“Dick Grayson has eldest daughter syndrome” makes me so incredibly annoyed. Dick grayson is a grown man who, until he had moved out and started operating solo, was raised an only child. He doesn’t have the experience of an “eldest daughter” because of this. “Eldest daughter syndrome” is about what it’s like growing up and being tasked with impossible responsibility and expectations, it is an experience tied specifically to being a young girl under the patriarchy. You cannot separate being an eldest daughter from being a woman and that is a cishet man.

[emmavakarian-theirin]

garrus is the answer

[du-shadowraven]

"Marionette"

I really want to draw their interaction with the puppet lol.

[lofi-bear]

anyways everyone look at my spacer war hero "crumbling under the pressure of being the perfect alliance legacy golden girl" commander shepard and her murder chickenbug boyfriend