#hero complex

[moringmark]

Hero Complex #1

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[somedayillbepeterpan]

I just know that Penelope would be the most spoilt wife in Bridgerton because Colin’s love languages are both gift giving and acts of service.

[firewolf111]

Projecting onto Roman time!

Janus: Are you okay?

Roman: I'm fine.

Janus: You know, for some reason, I do believe you.

Roman: *growing frustrated* Well, what do you want me to say?

Janus: The truth.

Roman: *chuckling* That's ironic coming from you.

Janus: *sighs* I didn't come here to fight, so if you could just-

Roman: Just what? Huh? You know what?! *throws hands up in the air* Fine. You want the truth?!

Janus: Yes. That isn't what I asked for.

Roman: The truth is that it doesn't matter whether or not I'm okay.

Janus: Yes, it does. I'm not sure why-

Roman: No, it doesn't. Don't you get it?! I have to be okay. I don't have a choice! I'm supposed to be their hero. Everyone thinks I'm so strong, well I'm not. I'm a weak coward. But the one thing being a coward has taught me is how to avoid my problems. How to just *snaps fingers* turn off my emotions. Place a glass screen between them and me. How to feel them without feeling them, like knowing something in the back of your mind without being aware of it

Janus: Because that sounds sooo healthy.

Roman: It's not. I know it's not. But I have no choice. I have to be their hero. I don't know how not to be. They never taught me how not to. It's all I ever was. It's all they ever expected from me. Whether they know it's what they expect or not, it has become my role. And if I don't do it, who will? Who will keep them safe? So what if it hurts? Life hurts. They hurt as well. They have their own problems, and I can help them with it. I have to. It's who I am.

Janus: *extremely concerned* Roman-

Roman: *continuing without notice* It's who I have to be. For them. I have to stay strong, even if I'm not. And I'm not. I'm really not. But I'm good at pretending. I saw they needed a hero, so I took that role. I didn't even realize I had taken the role at first. And now, now that I realize, it's my whole identity. It's the person I've become, the only value I have. It's all they know me as. And that's okay, because they need a hero.

Janus: That isn't okay. Listen-

Roman: I can be that hero. Their problems are worse, right? That's why they unintentionally forced me into this role. Because I dont have any major problems. So, who cares if I don't know how to fight for myself? I can fight for them. I'm their hero. I have to be.

Roman: *leaning on the wall, panting* It's who I am. It's my point of existence.

Janus: ... Oh, sweetheart. What have we done to you?

[hotwings-incorrect-quotes]

dabi: *sitting outside on the stairs and smoking a cigarette*

hawks: *suddenly shows up and covers dabi with a blanket*

dabi: wtf pigeon?

hawks: i like helping stray cats

dabi: *who has never been properly cared for* what?

hawks: stray cats, especially black ones *he gently pats dabi on the head*

dabi: *after a moment he rises his arm with blanket on it* come here

hawks: *confused sits by dabi*

dabi: *wraps his arm with blanket around hawks*

hawks: *still confused looks at dabi*

dabi: what? i like helping stray birds

hawks: *just smiles softly*

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Favorite Buddie Moments Per Episode: 5x17 Hero Complex

[midnight-love-song]

You’re 16, and in some form of nihilistic self importance, you just laughed in the face of a high school bully. She threatens to knock you out if you don’t stop. You just watched a Doctor Who in which Clara Oswald says “threats only work if you deliver” so you tell her to hit you. She doesn’t. You feel big. You feel powerful. You tell her to enjoy high school because no adult will tolerate her abuse and she has reached her life’s peak in year 11. She hits you hard. But it was worth it. Your classmates are watching, and you hug the one she scared. Later, your mum will receive a message from that classmate’s mum saying she won’t stop talking about you. You will chase this high for the rest of your life but in the end, you also peaked in year 11.

[cruella1989]

Palpatine’s Thoughts When Vader Betrays Him

So here we come to the very end of the lovely story, Then Fall Sidious. This scene takes place right when Darth Vader betrays Palpatine and throws him to his (supposed) death.

I love this because you can tell that even though Sidious is angry at Vader for his actions against him, he actually wanted to give his apprentice a better life. When you consider his thoughts about the Jedi throughout the story and how much they hindered Anakin, lines such as “If this is your fate, what was your purpose? If this is your choice, what was your meaning? If this is your end, what was your story? What will they say of you, Anakin Skywalker, when you are dust and gone?” takes on a very different meaning.

I also like that it shows him being very afraid of dying both for his own sake and the sake of the galaxy. Lines such as, “When I am gone there will only be darkness,” sound like he’s scared of what is after death. While thoughts such as, “Cut me down and all you leave behind is an empty throne and unfinished glory. The strong will always emerge, the weak will always be subjugated, some other father will die at the hands of his son. The way of the galaxy is a turning wheel with only power left unchanged,” sound like he still thinks it’s his duty to keep order. Either way Palpatine being afraid of dying is still a normal human reaction, and shows that he fears something other than losing his power.

Let me know what you think. Also, tell me if there are any other stories about Palpatine (or other characters) you’d like me to discuss. I’ve had fun posting these, and I hope you’ve enjoyed reading them.

[silveragelovechild]

Superman 100 Project original art by Kevin Nolan for the Hero Initiative

[kent-farm]

—Smallville, “Hydro” (Directed by Tom Welling)

[gender-darling]

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[lillie98]

I headcannon Mike Wheeler as autistic (because we share the exact same strain) and I have a theory regarding Season 5. Many autistic people, including myself, have a warped sense of inherent danger. We will throw ourselves into dangerous situations not fully understanding the risks involved. It’s a dangerous situation, sure, but not so dangerous we should avoid it. Mike also has this problem, what with him diving head-first into every fight. He wants desperately to be a hero, to prove his worth and might as a person—to be remembered. If that means doing something stupid like getting himself killed, then that’s what it takes. It’s heartbreaking, but that’s the world he lives in. Hopper, Eleven, Will, they’ve all sacrificed their lives in some capacity to save the world, now it’s his turn.

Eddie touched on this concept with his “Don’t try to be heroes, not today. There is no shame in running,” but Mike doesn’t see it that way. In his mind, those who run are cowards, afraid to face their fears and fight for what they believe in. Has Mike been a bit cowardly these past two seasons by avoiding his feelings for Will? Yes, absolutely. But that’s his arc. Mike has to understand his actions, why he’s hiding, and the serious danger everyone is in. He has to face the music. Where does this lack of inherent danger come in? Glad you asked.

We all know Mike wants to be a hero. He wants to go down in history as someone good, someone who put others before themselves and saves the world. The Brave Knight, The Paladin. Paladins swear an oath of bravery and loyalty, vowing to avenge any threat that dares harm their allegiance (Byler anyone?). Something will threaten to harm/kill Will in Season 5, and Mike will have none of it. They’re not doing this again. Thus, Mike will throw himself in front of Vecna/Demogorgon/Brenner, etc. to protect Will, not fully comprehending the danger of the situation. He’ll be a hero. Unfortunately, this risky act will most likely cost him his life (temporarily). He doesn’t have to die. He’s the heart.

Lucas says, in the Season 4 hospital, that Max’s heart stopped for over a minute, but it miraculously started again. She is alive. El’s love for her conquered death itself. If we go on the “Will Has Powers” theory, then his love for Mike will conquer death and revive him. Mike only needs to be presumed dead, to be out long enough for Will and El to feel the effects of his death and consider joining Vecna. Because without their HEART, they’d fall apart. Both of them.

Back to what Eddie said, there really is no shame in running. Will doesn’t need Mike to do some egregious, knightly act of sacrifice to prove his love for him. His love is already enough. Will loves Mike for EXACTLY WHO HE IS. He always has, and THAT is the real heart of this story. Mike is not a hero because of what he does, but because of who he is. The way he loves, the way he stands up for what he believes in, the way he treasures his friends and protects them. The way he makes Will feel safe just by being there. That’s what Will fell in love with, not some fantastical DnD character that never actually existed.

Like Mike said in Season 2, “this isn’t DnD, this is real life.” DnD characters are fun, and it’s exciting to dream about slaying dragons or exploding orcs with your Magic Missiles, but that’s not real. It’s a game and it will end. Hit Points don’t magically restore you after a Long Rest and Healing Potions don’t deal 2d4+2 Healing. Actions have consequences and danger is real, even if your brain tells you it’s not. Paladins, Clerics, Bards, Rangers, they’re not real people. But Mike Wheeler is (in this context) and Mike Wheeler is enough. He is so enough. It’s time he wakes up and realizes he doesn’t have to be the Hero, slay the dragon, and make everything better, because it was NEVER HIS FAULT. Bad things happen and, sometimes, we can’t fix them. All we can do is stand beside our partner, hold their hand, and fight along with them—to remind them they are never alone. That, in and of itself, is truly heroic.

[moringmark]

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[marioxdk]

Do you have any angsty Mario x DK headcanons?

I can try

Donkey Kong, despite being a natural fighter and someone who would rather run toward conflict than away from it, hates how often Mario gets into fights

Mario is so smart, and hates conflict, so you'd think he'd find ways to avoid it more often

He does not

Every time Mario comes home beaten, bruised, and bloody, it makes DK furious

Week after week, month after month, Mario comes back with injuries

Sometimes it's minor, nothing more than some bruises, the majority of damage dealt to the enemy

But more and more often, it's serious

Broken limbs become more common, Mario needing more and more time to recover after a battle

Donkey Kong cares about him so much, and he hates when the man that he loves comes home injured

One day he can't take it anymore and he snaps

Donkey Kong: Why do you insist on getting into fights?!

Mario: I'm trying to help people!

Donkey Kong: What about yourself?

Mario want to help as many people as possible, how is he supposed to say no when there are people begging him for help?

Donkey Kong doesn't want his partner to die fighting battles that aren't even his own, why does he insist on hurting himself?

They fight

Neither of them want to argue, but it's unavoidable

Mario storms off

Donkey Kong is worried that he'll never come back

[nosidekickspod]

[stardustonstage515]

“How I’d Love To Be Your Hero”

It’s strange for me. I’ve never felt like this before; just so content. Lying in the bed of my pickup truck, looking up at the stars and at the tattoos on your skin, squatting away mosquitos and listening to the frogs croaking in the distance. The radio’s playing some indie alternative song I’ve never heard before but already like—I hope I remember the words later when I relive this moment with you again in my mind. 

You smile at me and I smile back. I can’t remember the last time I smiled, or the last time saw such an endearing smile aimed my way. I can’t remember the last time I saw so many freckles on somebody’s cheeks or even the last time I saw such a big, goofy, bucktoothed grin like the one on your face. You look like you’re keeping a secret and you want me to guess what it is. Well, just know, I’d gladly guess if that means you’d laugh at my feeble attempts to figure out whatever is going on inside your head. I’ve never known someone like you. You’re different from all the others. You’re special. You’re… 

You’re making me change the way I think about myself. It’s confusing and it’s sudden and it’s scary, but it’s worth it for nights like these, for nights spent lying beside you in the bed of my scratched-up green Chevy, in some secluded little clearing in the woods, away from prying eyes and unwanted judgements, with my letterman jacket thrown over you to keep you warm while you point out constellations in the sky and we laugh about how some Greek astronomer once thought they looked like heroes. But if you look a little harder, I guess you can see whatever you want. Like how I can look into your eyes and see galaxies. Or I can just gaze back at my own reflection. I could even see a future for us if I really try. 

You kiss me, and I think to myself, “God, how I’d love to be your hero.” I think about how I’d love to kiss you back, how I’d love to be in love with you, how I act so macho because I’m too much of a coward to tell you how I really feel.

You put your hand on my chest and I know you feel the exact same way. The only difference is that you’re not ashamed of that. You’re not second-guessing yourself. You’re not embarrassed about how you feel. You don’t cry from pent-up frustration at the unknown or scream at yourself in the mirror, trying to make yourself believe the lies you’ve been told since you were a child, since before it ever occurred to you to doubt them; before it ever occurred to you that you might not be society’s ideal. Oh, how I’d love to be like that. How I’d love to be like you. 

You don’t care what people think of you. You’re proud of who you are. You don’t even realize you’re being brave—you’re just being yourself. And I admire that, really I do, but it’s just one of the many things I admire about you. I adore you. And I don’t want to admit it, but you’re my hero.

You start to fall asleep with your head leaning on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around you and whisper quietly, “God, I love you.” And it’s true. I do love you. I love your vast taste in music and the way you can get me to sing along to any song with you unapologetically. I love the way your hair sweeps across your forehead and I love your dark sense of humor. I love hearing stories about your childhood in the city and I love how easily-impressed you are by my athletic skills. I’d love to make love to you. 

And though I myself am no hero or knight in shining armor or handsome prince from some faraway land, what I am is wholeheartedly in love with you and that terrifies me. But at least I have a hero. Maybe I need one more than I think. Maybe we all do. Maybe we all need someone by our sides, cheering us on; someone who gives us the inspiration to figure out who we want to be and the courage to become them. Maybe there’s a hero inside all of us, but we just need someone like you to remind of us of that. Maybe…

Well, maybe it doesn’t even matter. What matters is this moment, what matters is you. I shouldn’t overthink things. But we all have our issues, don’t we? You wish you had a hero, someone to have protected you back then, from the gangs and the drugs and the dangers of being out that you dealt with every day before you moved here, before I ever knew you. But then you wouldn’t have fled here. And I feel somewhat guilty, and yet somewhat thankful that it all worked out, because look at us now, under those same stars you used to wish on.

And I won’t let anyone else hurt you. I’ll do whatever heroic things you want me to. Or at least I’ll try. There are so many things I want to try now. I think I’ll try to be more open to myself, open to you. Open to these new feelings. I think I finally know why I’ve never felt like this before. But it’s still strange to admit it. I’m still too afraid to do that. But I feel much less afraid knowing I have you. You to lean on, you to hold, you to kiss, you to love. 

Written by me, October 25, 2021. From the perspective of a straight-passing, masculine jock. But feel free to interpret a perspective that resonates with you.