#dyna info dumps

[dynachan]

This is my first time posting an analysis/theory like this so bear with me. Short brain dumping.

Everyone knows that Ochaco had a crush on Izuku. And I've seen some people complain about how they didn't end up together since the manga ended. But I think the reason why Hori did that was not for them to be end game. But for her and Toga to connect over something.

When Ochaco and Toga first meet it's at the league's attack at the UA's first year summer training camp. Toga felt a kinship with Ochaco because they both liked the same boy.

Why do I bring this up you ask?

Ochaco and Toga needed something to bond over. Toga was literally made for Ochaco's character. While Ochaco was tweaked to match Toga's. Izuku and Ochaco were never meant to be endgame.

It was to connect them.

[blairelythere]

Hiiiii, I’m curious about your Ultraman collection. Care to give me an info dump about all your cool stuff?

I'd love to! Here's a very brief overview of the collection thus far.

This is the henshin/transformation device shelf. Starting from the top left and working across, there's the Dark Z Riser (from Ultraman Z), Saki's Gyro (Ultraman R/B), D-Flasher (Ultraman Decker), the Sparklence (Ultraman Tiga), and the Reiflasher (Ultraman Dyna). Those last two are tv-prop quality.

The next shelf down is entirely Ultraman Trigger stuff, including the Ancient, Dark, and GUTS Spark Lenses, and a bunch of Hyper Keys.

Below that is the Orb Ring and the Orb Calibur (From Ultraman Orb), and then the Geed Rizer, Ultra Capsules, King Sword, and the Neo Zero Eye (from Ultraman Geed).

This is the old Ultra Monster Series shelf for figures 2012 and back. I have some vintage figures from the 70s mixed in there, all with the tags.

This is the new Ultra Monster Series shelf, holding all of the smaller, less detailed figures from the new UMS line starting in 2013.

Here is a big shot of the SH Figuarts shelves + the new and old Ultra Hero Series lines. The very top has New Gen DX-scale figures. The lower shelves have all the new Blazar stuff as well as some rarer boxed UHS figures.

This one is kinda messy, I have to work on reorganizing them soon!

Left to right: Techtor Gear Zero, Ultrawoman Grigio, Ultraman Orb Thunder Breaster, Ultraman Geed (Royal Mega Master. Galaxy Rising, and Magnificent), Ultraman Regulos, Ultraman Ribut, Zetton, Gomora, Twin Tail, Ultraman Dyna and Ultraman Decker (With Baltan hiding behind them).

The Ultraman Z Shelf!!!

Left to right, back then front: Sevenger, Windom, King Joe Storage Custom, then Ultraman Z Delta Rize Claw, Z Alpha Edge, Z Gamma Future, and Z Beta Smash.

Darkness Heels, a team of villains and anti-heroes.

Jugglas Juggler, Camearra, Evil Trigger, Belial Atrocious, and Absolute Tartarus in the back.

New Gen base form lineup!

Left to right:

Ginga, Victory, X, Orb, Geed, Zero, Taiga, Fuma, Z, and Trigger. (Missing Rosso, Blu, and Titas ;_; )

The Ultra Brothers shelf ✨️

Ultraman, Zoffy, Seven, Jack, Taro, and then Astra, Leo, and Mebius in the back. (WHY DID I MISS ACE'S RELEASE GODDAMNIT)

Bonus Hanejiro!!

That's just a lil slice of it all. Thanks for asking! 💛

[corruptionofteller]

37. Triggered

The oncoming headlights reflected off Jax’s riding glasses as he bared down on the throttle, his Dyna speeding up past 90 clicks as he made his way past the “Welcome To Charming” sign in the opposite direction. This ride he was making alone; not one of his brothers knew where he was headed, nor would they unless Juice spilled the info Jax had him collect earlier in the week. The MC president had no doubt Chibs had been on the young brother’s ass about what he had found out but after leaving TM less than thirty minutes prior he was sure no one suspected where he was headed. And he hoped it fuckin’stayed that way.

Jax leaned into the curves, rounding the turns as the black asphalt stretched out before him, a light touch of dampness making it darker than coal, the rumble of his Harley the only sound heard yet to Jax it was nothing but silence. His surroundings nothing more than silhouette’s in the darkness as he passed, falling down around him like cardboard cutouts. It was the simple times like this Jax missed. When problems and the noise in his head was gone, nothing to worry about but what was right in front of him. If only his life was still as simple as a run on the bike. Sadly, his life was anything but.

The address was etched into Jackson’s mind and as he approached the dim lit street he had been looking for her face appeared in his mind. He was conflicted without a doubt but the hurt and the resentment won out and he knew what he needed to do. Pulling alongside the curb, Jax turned off his mechanical beast and waited.

Several hours passed yet time seemed to stand still as Jax watched and waited. He began to doubt his decision and his need for vengeance. Until he saw them.

Stumbling up the run down stairs to the apartment Juice had given him the address to were two figures; a man….and the woman he once called his ol’ lady. Christ, she had really downgraded he thought as he peeled his KD from his eyes to get a better look. As her laughter floated in the night air Jax’s jaw began to clench and the fury once again began to boil in his gut. The words ‘In time Jax...in due time.’ floated around in his mind. There was no need to rush the inevitable. There was no doubt. There would be blood shed in apartment four tonight.

Swinging his leg from the saddle the biker planted both feet on the pavement, his Nikes secured on the ground beneath him before he took a step. He kept his riding gloves on; no need to remove them and get blood on his hands. Hell, he had that enough, didn’t need hers on them, even in a literal sense. Reaching behind his back he checked for his Glock, pulling it free to check the clip once more. Not like he needed more than one bullet. He had a damn good shot and he had no intentions of missing.

After stuffing his weapon back in its place Jax took wide strides towards the parking lot, checking around him as he made his way through the darkness. The damn place was so run down he was convinced there would be no cameras alerting his arrival. Not like he gave a fuck anyway. He didn’t give a shit what happened to him anymore. He just knew he had to do what he came there to do or his mind would never rest and the fury would rip at his soul.

Taking the stairs two at a time Jax once again looked behind him as a force of habit, pressing his shoulder against the door, the only thing standing between him and the woman he now came to despise for his son’s death. We all live and we all eventually die. Some sooner than others and today was that for the woman he once called his ol’ lady.

Carefully listening he heard the voice of the punk that was having his dick sucked by his ex followed by her high pitched giggle. The sound alone made his teeth clench and his molars grind in the back. It was when he heard her scream out the dude’s name that he really lost his shit.

“Holy fuck! Jax!?” She screamed, quickly tugging the thin sheet in an attempt to cover herself as if Jax hadn’t seen everything multiple times before. Her dark hair partially covering her features as the surprised expression took over. Jackson’s face contorted in anger when his eyes darted off to the side and he eye the motherfucker next to her, jumping out of bed like he had shit to prove. Breaking into the piece of shit apartment hadn’t been a problem, especially for a man like Jax Teller.

“Who the fuck you think you are bro?!” The agitated voice irritated Jax as he stared the motherfucker down. The so called biker puffed out his chest like Jax gave a shit, trying to be the tough guy in the eyes of his ex. Jax’s eyes bore into the male he knew by name but hadn’t really gave two fucks who he was. He was only in the way as far as Jax was concerned. And his fuckin mouth was about to get him in trouble. “You ain’t shit to her anymo..”

A split second and his gun was whipped from the back of his jeans, finger on the trigger and without warning Jax dumped a bullet in the asshole’s temple. Blood splattered on the wall behind him as his now lifeless body collapsed next to the bed in a heap, the biker’s eyes now shifting to the lone woman in the room.

“Oh my god Jax! What the fuck did you do?!” Her terrified screams where like whispers to him as he continued to stare her down, even when she rushed to the dead man’s side. Jax’s arm dropped to his side as he looked away, rubbing his glove covered hand down over his goatee. Fuck, he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t pull the trigger on her even as much as he wanted to. Or so he thought.

“I fuckin’ hate you! I hate you! It’s your fault Cain is gone! Yours! He’s better off cause no son should have to have you for a father! No son should turn out like you!!” Her words bit into his heart with each one she spit out at him. But before he could process them his arm was once again extended and the barrel of his Glock was aimed directly at her head.

Maybe what she spoke was the truth. He wasn’t a good man or a good father. He was a criminal and a killer. That’s all he would ever be and he now was ready to accept that. Staring her in her tear filled eyes as she yelled and screamed at him, each word bringing him closer to pulling the trigger and hushing the shit he already knew.

“Do it Jax! Fuckin’ do it! You and that fuckin’ club have taken everything from me anyhow. Just fuckin’ do it!” She taunted as his hand began to shake, adrenaline pumping through his body just urging him to do exactly what she was asking him to do. One pull. One bullet. And it would be over.

“Jackie!” The accent echoed out behind him and Jax silently cursed his brother in his head. His eyes still trained on her, still debating whether or not to take her out.

His VP slowly and cautiously moved in between Scarlet and Jax, his hands up because at this point the Scot wasn’t convinced he wouldn’t kill him. The madness in Jackson’s eyes was nothing Chibs had ever been privy to and he’d seen a lot of shit when it came to their young president. “Jackie, c’mon brotha. Ye don’ wanna do t’is. Put th’ gun down.”

Jax never moved. His feet were planted securely into place as he listened to Scarlet whimper and sob behind his VP. His blood was pumping and he was furious he didn’t do what he came there to do. How could he let her live? How would the need for revenge ever be extinguished if he let her walk? Let her just move on with another man, another life and seem to forget the child they laid in the ground only months ago? Speculation on Jax’s part considering he’d checked out after Cain’s death. He hadn’t a fuckin’ clue what or how she was feeling and honestly he didn’t give a shit. If she hadn’t came into his life he wouldn’t be here now contemplating taking hers.

With a deep breath Jax lowered the gun, still tightly gripped in his right hand. His eyes narrowed in her direction, the steady stream of mascara running down over her cheeks. He wanted to feel bad but he couldn’t. He could feel nothing but the excruciating pain due to the loss of his son.

“I suggest you stay outta Charming. Outta California. Or I /will/ kill you.” Jax spoke in a deep, heinous voice. He meant every word he said. If he saw her again there wouldn’t be a next time.

“You son of a bitch!” Scarlet spatted as Chibs stepped back closer to her to shield her from Jax’s wrath should he decide to unleash it.

With his weapon still clutched tightly in his gloved hand Jax leaves it hang at his side as he steps over the puddle of dark red blood now pooling on the floor, bits of brain matter mixed throughout. Lifting his eyes to hers, pausing for a moment to let the situation completely sink in, realizing he was doing the one thing he swore he wouldn’t do. And that was let her walk away.

Pulling his tormented gaze away he looked down on the poor fucker that got the taste of his revenge. With a snarl on his face Jackson spit on the lifeless form beneath his feet, shifting his glare from Scarlet to the man standing in his way.

“Get rid of her. Or I will.” Demanding words as Jax stepped past them both, returning his piece beneath the waist of his jeans at his back as he left the blood filled apartment, never to look back or think of the woman that turned his fuckin’ life upside down ever again.

[dynachan]

Those of you who follow me know that one of my kins is Bakugo...

Which is why suprisingly, when I first watched the first few episodes of MHA back in 2016. I wasn't sure how to feel about Katsuki Bakugo at first. To be honest... Til episode 8 that is...

When I first saw Bakugo, I thought "okay, another bully to the MC trope thing.. yeah yeah whatever..."  But then this happened... This scene right here was the moment I realized, Bakugo's character was a lot more complex than I first thought...

In this scene at first glance, it seems like he's being a dick to Deku like usual. Which granted, is true for the most part... However, this is when I realized this is deeper. This scene I believe is when Bakugo's inferiority complex started to show. You can see him trembling, being hard on himself subtly, getting defensive, and even crying. It was clear at this moment to me that Bakugo had a lot complexities to him than just the typical bully character, and that they were doing something different this time.

[dynachan]

Think what you want about the My Hero ending, which is fine we have our own opinions. HOWEVER. I will NOT take the Izuku teacher slander. And the "all for nothing" bullcrap. Watching powerscalers complain about it and about how it makes him weak and how he's not a real hero.

I think in the west, being a teacher isn't seen as much, and can often be mocked. But in Japan, being a teacher is very highly respected. I think Izuku becoming a teacher, fits his character perfectly. Even before he knew he was going to get his suit he thought to himself, "I already had my time, so it's time for me to give that dream to others." And to me, that's one of the most heroic and honorable things. And even beyond that, he continues to have a heart of a hero.

I think the point that people are missing is that MHA was never about being super powerful. Izuku was never meant to keep OFA. Even if he didn't give it away and kept it, he would have eventually had to get rid of it and give it to the next person. It was never about the power, it was about the people who used it. The whole "with great power comes with great responsibility" thing. Izuku is a hero, not because of how strong he is or because of his powers, but because of the decisions he made, and CONTINUES to make. Quirkless and all.

Even now, he continues to meddle and his body still springs into action to help others!

Either way, Izuku earned his suit, and deserves to be a hero, even without the quirk that he had only for a short while. All Might once said, "Just Believe In Yourself And You Can Become A Hero." And that's exactly what he did.

[dynachan]

Me: "I miss my son."

Fiancé: "But he doesn't stay dea-"

Me: "I SAID I miss my son."