#the wrong way to put out a fire

[heroes-in-the-dark]

With the release of the newest episode of BNHA, I figured now would be a good time to post this painting! This is a piece I did for @boyhoodzine last year, a zine all about Touya Todoroki’s childhood!

I really do love making pieces for the Todoroki family. This one here features Rei, baby Fuyumi, and little Touya taking some big steps.

[anamiableavocado]

In a parallel universe, Touya attempts to teach Endeavor how to make the holy meat for Shoto's graduation barbecue

[arjengelly]

So close…. ❄️👼🏼❄️

[feelingtheaster99]

Y’all who blabbed about One for All to the press? How did that reporter even know to ask about it? Because the first time the heroes heard about it was on their coms systems during the battle. How does anyone who wasn’t there that day even know???

[mdccanon]

I have watched "The Wrong Way to Put Out a Fire" a dozen times and I am so happy with it.

Toya was doing nothing but being a continuation of exactly what Rei and Enji already were, and I love it. I love the commentary that comes with it.

Enji: Toya, I don't get it. Make friends, play with your siblings. Don't obsess over creating a legacy. Sure... I have zero friends and don't know how to function without doing something to prove my value to society ... But you should be a more self-actualized person than me. You're a whole elementary student! I'm just a 30-year-old guy.

Rei: Toya, you just can't base your entire personality on what would make your family happy. I mean, I've never made a decision in my life without considering if it would please my husband or father, but you'd think the child I'm raising would have more mature values than my own.

Imagine if Enji retired. Imagine if Rei refused or left. Imagine if either of these young adults were willing to be half as decisive as they were begging a toddler to be. And got their shit together, all in a bag, instead of silently hoping their child didn't inherit by nature and nurture their hangups, phobias, and triggers.

[tommygotwrittenoff]

i need them to put eddie in a coma so he can have his own little coma dream realization

[starrysharks]

zeno's ultimate pokemiku tierlist ⁉️(it's all his opinion and he loves them all regardless⁉️)

[aromanticannibal]

wow

[upwards-descent]

Absolutely wild seeing people immediately forgive the Watcher crew

[grimxark]

Rodimus brings a Idgaf energy to the Lost Light that Magnus doesn’t really like

[engagemythrusters]

Here's some angst, because sometimes bodies just feel like a mess. plus a bad background xoxo

[yreapwhatyasow]

“You’re Telling Me to Buzz Off Too Natsu?!”

“I’m Talking to You Cause You’re the Only one Who Gets it!”

[orcelito]

ok i am actually so very angry and there's literally nothing i can do to fix it. life keeps going on. she might even be happy. and fuck dude, i'll make sure im happy too, i was a fully developed person before she was in my life and i'll continue to be one without her. but God Damn, the fact that she can just do something so blatantly awful and unfair to me and then run off without any actual repercussions is just so fucking rankling to me.

like perhaps she feels guilty. she said she did when it was all going down. but it was just something she "needed to do". so obviously she didn't feel guilty enough or she wouldnt have done it like that lmaoooo

i really did deserve to have a good solid yell at her. but unfortunately, by the time i did see her in person i just wanted her out of my fucking life. so. no yelling was done, unfortunately.

[flowercrowngods]

Eddie slots himself neatly beside Steve, who in turn has wedged himself awkwardly, deliberately so, against the wall so that the bed is sprawling in comparison to his body.

"Heard I'm not a house fire, Harrington," Eddie says easily. "Heard I'm just a boy."

Steve holds his breath, knowing Eddie can tell.

"That lighter - Wayne thinks he lost it, y'know? Big, chunky old thing. Doesn't know that I have, well, light fingers when I want to. He trusts me. I break that trust. I think he pretends I don't. Hurts less that way. Or just different. Different kind of hurt." Eddie huffs out a laugh.

"Why are you telling me this?" Steve asks, not wanting to blame Robin for telling, but desperately wanting to blame someone, somehow.

"What do you think the first thing a kid with a lighter does?" Eddie asks, and runs a finger over the shell of Steve's ear, making him shiver for all the wrong reasons. Steve wants to ask. Can already smell the smoke. "Yeah, you got it."

"Firebug," Steve says, remembering for the first time the unexplained fires from a few years back. Back when he didn't have to care. "They never caught you."

"I freaked myself out, got too close to the flame," Eddie says, and presses a finger right against Steve's cheek, making it to hollow. "Look what I did again."

"I'm not a flame," Steve says as Eddie pulls his finger away and traces Steve's jawline.

"Sure would like to watch you burn though," Eddie says.

"Did Robin make you do this?" Steve asks and Eddie shakes his head.

"Would that be easier? You could turn me away with my virtue intact? Instead, here I am, the worst version of myself still loving the worst version of yourself, and what are you supposed to do with that."

"You know how to get away with it," Steve says, really realising. "You - love me."

"Both true," Eddie says. "Whatever that means to you, I'll take it."

"You deserve better," Steve says.

"That's for me to decide, isn't it?" Eddie asks. "You fascinate me, Harrington. In the way of rare things. Or deadly things, perhaps."

Steve moves then, so he can line their mouths up.

"The way you talk about me - like you actually see me - "

"I'm just a boy," Eddie says.

"No, I don't think so," Steve says, breathing in the air Eddie's breathing out. "No, not at all."

And then Eddie kisses him, and it's like suffocating, but the best kind, and Steve doesn't fight to inhale, getting lost in it instead, and maybe Eddie is a deadly thing too, because Steve is light headed and gasping when they part.

"Okay, he says. Okay.

Eddie is not just a boy. He's a bolt of lightning that shoots into a tree and burns it from the inside in a beautiful display of nature's forces. He's a house-fire. He's the sun.

Steve is the tree. He is the house. He is the flower turning toward the sun to stay alive. He's the boy who forgot how to breathe air that doesn't smell of gasoline or smoke.

But it's okay. It's okay.

[simptasia]

mum and i were almost not able to buy our house because a real estate lawyer heard us casually say i'm autistic and alarm bells went off in her head, because she believed that meant i wasn't mentally capable of understanding what i was signing up for

[milo-is-rambling]

Who was gonna tell me that reading is fun sometimes