#i rambled on a little

[epickiya722]

uve got me HOOKEDDD on the idea of an izuku & rumi friendship/mentorship bc like it occurred to me that not only do they both have the bunny motif, they both have the very specific motif of FERAL bunny - izuku both times katsuki nearly dies & the way he looked as a vigilante, and that one iconic panel of rumi rushing shigafo with both arms gone and her fangs bared like a Beast. like i can just imagine them training together postwar & rumi is going like "and so even if ur fuckin arms & legs are cut off or out of commission, just remember it is NOT the end and u CAN bite the fucker to death until u win 💪💪💪 can even play the long game and give em rabies" & izuku is just like ":OOO"

Anon, you have made me very happy, right now! 😭

For real though, being that both are my favorite characters of BNHA, I started to notice just how similar they are.

And it doesn't even stop at the rabbit thing!

I wrote at least three posts about how they're similar in other ways!

Post 1

Post 2

Post 3

Even wrote a fic where Miruko realizes how alike they're are and it was like "Well, damn, I got some self-reflection to do!"

I just... to me they're my duo! Like, it's a somewhat common concept, yeah, but the idea of Miruko mentoring Midoriya appealed to me. Again, they're both my favorite characters and they share similarities that don't just stop at them being like rabbits.

Bonus, take an account of All Might. When you really think about it, he also share some of those similarities.

Post 3 has a link to another post in which I talk about that and in this chapter of There's Miruko, There's Rumi, All Might has a talk with Miruko.

Oh, and there's this post!

They're like this to me.

All Might - Past

Miruko - Present

Deku - Future

[aesethewitch]

When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.

[thecranewivesrpf]

My dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called “loving the world” 😳 you’ll be zonked out of your gourd 💯

Me: yeah whatever. I don’t feel shit.

5 minutes later: dude I swear I just saw some moss growing between the cracks in the sidewalk

My buddy, pacing: I found more beauty in the mundane than yesterday

[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[fudgecake-charlie]

Dinner at Grian's

[o0kawaii0o]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KING 🗣🗣🗣

[bizarrelittlemew]

i can't wait to be 30+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 40+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 50+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 60+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 70+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 80+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 90+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to look back on my life and know that i loved things deeply and passionately and was inspired to create and was part of communities with incredible people from all over the world brought together by the stories that touched us

[pastabaguette]

look guys i don’t like to argue but i hate it when people portray equius and nepeta like this:

i mean, they’re both just thirteen, come on.

equius is not her parental figure, and nepeta isn’t a fussy baby that can’t eat her fruits and veggies! equius isn’t some malicious evil guy, he’s just a stupid little teenager. that goes for eridan too (and i guess like, all of the trolls, but especially those two). nepeta’s not some innocent little baby. she’s the same age as all her friends. she kills huge wild beasts on the regular for consumption.

a lot of dubs i’ve seen, too, make nepeta sound like a toddler, and equius like a whole grown adult man, and i don’t really like it because neither of them are those things. (granted, i don’t watch too many dubs, so maybe i am wrong on this)

[violetsandshrikes]

Wednesday the king vulture chick is almost a year old now! She’s still adorable.

[puppyeared]

learned something about myself lately

[the-one-who-lambs]

This is a super super gentle reminder not to put your favorite authors on a pedestal. We're real people living average lives and not trying to be influencers. We criticize ourselves enough and we don't want to be held to an invisible standard (we start to worry we fail to exceed our own selves) or compared to other writers (we are not competing) or tailor our craft to cater to a wider audience (the right people will find you).

[lazylittledragon]

GUESS WHO’S GOING TO BE A TATTOO APPRENTICE

[foldingfittedsheets]

One time when out on a date night a homeless man asked my betrothed and I for money to buy orange juice. I said, “I’m sorry, I don’t have cash, but I do have two oranges in my pocket if you’d like them?”

Both the homeless man and my betrothed stared at me. I pulled out two satsumas and he shook his head in perplexity. We walked on and my betrothed was like, “Why do you just have oranges in your pocket?” And I kinda shrugged like, you never know when you want a little orange treat.

We then realized we were walking the wrong way to the restaurant and as we passed the homeless man on the way back he said, “Actually if you don’t mind…” and I didn’t so I handed him my oranges.

[botlabyrinth]

HELLO HOW did i never pick up on the fact that annabeth gives percy her camp necklace for good luck in the lightning thief. and in the battle of the labyrinth when she kisses him, percy considers it a good luck kiss. and then OBVIOUSLY, in the last olympian: “don’t i get a kiss for luck? it’s kind of a tradition, right?” HOW DID I NEVER REALIZE

[egophiliac]

I have SO many thoughts about everything and they are in no kind of order yet, so here's just some quick little bits in the meantime!

I am not normal about any of these characters!

[purplepenguintime]

Thank you for finally giving them a happy ending