#touya is the best

[shiveringrodent]

Burn. Baby, burn.

What in the hell is bad?

[ocdhuacheng]

happy 4 year anniversary to dabi winning the united states presidential election!!!

[silversoulsociety]

Todoroki Touya

Bnha S7E5

[katsdynam1ght]

keigo just wanted to see his man flaunting like a villain again. sorry (bonus + dialogue under the cut)

he’s just so flamboyant how does anyone take him seriously

[suksatoru]

despite being the adopted son of the greatest hero to live and attending the prestigious school known to the world as U.A. academy — tenko shimura was a bit of a shy hero.

it was only when you were partnered with the quiet boy who always sat towards the back of the class do you learn tenko has a bit of a... potty mouth.

"that fucking asshole shit-talking todoroki can dish it out, but i have never seen him take it."

you snort, taking another strand of tenko's raven hair between your fingers and rubbing his scalp with soothing circles

"uh huh... "

"i can't believe i got partnered with such a loser. you know, threatening to get the teachers fired on all might's behalf doesn't even work anymore! they know i hate his guts—and they still make me work with him." he goes on, folding his hands over his stomach with an angry huff as his eyes remain closed. his head shifts in your lap the slightest bit as he moves to get more comfortable.

your school's courtyard was somewhere you dragged tenko to often. he used to complain about the sun cooking him alive, but when you and him stumbled upon a wisteria tree towards the outer edges of the courtyard, he suddenly didn't mind coming outside as much anymore.

what used to be a homework spot transformed into a hang out spot. now, you and him catch up in between classes by sitting in the shade. his current dilemma was being partnered with touya todoroki for an english assignment — endeavor's son and all might's adopted one not getting along wasn't exactly a surprise.

"and you know what — i hate pretty boys like him. they think they're so much better than everyone else. egotistical pigs like todoroki can shove their sugar coated bullshit right up my—"

"i actually really like pretty boys."

tenko stills in your lap. half a second later, his eyes fly open, and he rises like jesus himself within a split second as he turns to you with an expression so mortified, you almost felt bad.

"wha—is this your way of telling me you have a crush on todoroki?!"

he squaks out the words like he can barely believe them himself. he glares at you, and you can only laugh

"no, i said i like pretty boys! you know, beauty is subjective. just because everyone else finds todoroki pretty doesn't mean i do." you grin, watching tenko get fired up even more by your words

"no way — you said you like pretty boys!" he whines, throwing an arm over his eyes like the confession physically pained him. you roll your eyes with a light laugh at your best friend's antics before gently nudging him

"ask me who i consider a pretty boy!" you beam, and tenko squints at you with a frown

"no."

"i promise you'll like my answer."

"there's no way i'm going to li—"

"you'll never know if you don't ask!"

tenko groans, dropping his head in his hands as he rubs his forehead. you watch his soft, dark locks flop side to side as his shoulders remained hunched in defeat. finally, he peers up at you—watching you pick at the grass beneath your fingertips with a sigh

"who would you consider to be a pretty boy?"

you hum, making a show of tapping your chin and pretending to be in deep thought. tenko tries not to let his eye twitch, but just the thought of you being attracted to another guy made his blood boil. whoever you ended up saying, if it wasn't him — tenko would personally make their life a living hell.

"if i really had to chose just one boy... " you trail off, furrowing your brows in faux concentration as tenko sits still — brimming with anticipation and expectancy before you send him a smile

"i suppose the prettiest boy in my world would be you."

tenko's eyes soften, so little that you barely notice it — before they harden.

"is this your way of trying to cover your slip up about liking todoroki from earlier? i don't care if you like him. half the school does, it's no surprise you do, too." tenko snaps, something sad and dejected just barely hidden in the dark shade of his eyes as you frown

"you don't believe me?"

"what the hell about me is pretty? nothing is," he mutters with an eye roll as he moves to sit beside you, resting his back against the tree you laid on as your frown deepens. you try to ignore the lack of warmth in your lap now that tenko's moved his head and focus on the situation at hand instead

"well... you don't give your physical appearance enough credit. for example—your eyes remind me of rainy days... the comfort and warmth they bring is unmatched!" you grin, tapping the side of his head and meeting his gaze with a smile — gray eyes peer back, and tenko blinks slowly at your sudden compliment.

"you have the softest hair ever, too — and you don't even have a good shampoo! i checked in your shower by the way, you're one of those 'three in one' wash people." you giggle as he huffs. but... he doesn't say anything. he stays quiet, but there's an unmistakable flush tinging his ears pink. you can see his resolve cracking with every word that leaves your lips

"it's not just your features, tenko. you're really smart, and i like how your face softens when you're really focused. like, on those video games you play—or when you're helping me study! you never get mad when i genuinely don't understand something, and you always help me whenever i'm in a tizzy! no matter what!"

tenko grunts in confirmation, eyes distant as he swallows the lump forming in his throat. his eyes widen a fraction when you scoot closer, and there's a mischievous gleam in your eyes that has him gulping

"but my favorite thing...the cutest and most endearing thing about you... would have to be this."

you tap the soft mole residing on tenko's chin, and his lips part as if he were about to say something — but not a sound comes out.

tenko's face feels like it's on fire. his fingers fist his uniform pants anxiously, and you're smiling so wide he thinks his heart might burst right out of his chest and fall right into your hands.

he suddenly drops his head into your lap, covering his face and muttering swears under his breath in a feeble attempt to cover his pink cheeks. your face falls to the side as you laugh, and the warmth of tenko's head in your lap returns — your fingers find his hair once again, and he seems a lot happier to be in your embrace than before.

[class1akids]

BNHA EP 144 fanart by Koba_Ayu

[kelin-is-writing]

Dabi’s side profile. That’s it. That’s the post.

[treef-greef]

[teapetal44]

TW: ABUSE, CHILD ABUSE

“He wants to air this dirty laundry to the world does he…? Dabi, you fiend…you’ve been waiting for this moment…when they couldn’t prevent mass destruction…and faith in heroes is wavering.” - chapter 292

I truly, wholeheartedly, believe that MHA as a story upholds the myth of the perfect victim. I do not want to discuss if Horikoshi did that on purpose, or subconsciously because of inner bias – I find no meaning in doing so. For me the execution of an idea, in the grand scheme of the narrative, holds more value than the intention of the author. I’ve also had my fair share of people infantilizing Asian authors in the anime community for their poor writing decisions for one lifetime. It’s patronizing to both the author and the people reading it. Whether or not Horikoshi intended for his themes of abuse to paint the picture they did does not matter, because that’s how it reads as.

MHA puts victims of abuse in narrow boxes and softly dictates what’s an acceptable reaction to said abuse. Victims are continuously walking a tightrope between being deserving of compassion and sympathy and being unredeemable monsters who are too far gone and are only good for martyrdom after being put down.  

Eri fits the clean cut depiction of abuse victims that media usually gears towards. She is untouched by the cruelty around her - she preserves her innocence and kindness. She isn't assertive, but rather meek and passive. She doesn't fight back with force. And when offered help, she is receptive to it. That is not to say that Eri's depiction doesn't have a place in fiction, or that her portrayal can't be representative of the experiences of some - as we all deal with trauma and the inhumanity people throw at us differently. We see the same thing in the portrayal of Fuyumi, who shares many of the qualities discussed above. The same thing applies to her - i personally love the idea of all the siblings having different reaction to their childhood trauma and abuse. It shows that victims are not some type of monolith.

But the narrative treats the "forgiving" or "receptive to help/support" victims of abuse with more grace and with much more kindness. if you are willing to forgive, or the very least be quietly tolerant, the story grants you a happy ending. Forgiveness isn't a bad thing, it is an individual choice - but an abuse victim shouldn't have to do it for them to have a happy ending.

In a vacuum Eri and Fuyumi's character arcs and depictions of abuse are good but it becomes a problem when that's the only experience and type of victim we ever hold in high value or recognize as valid and deserving of compassion. Which the story reinforces.

Touya and Tenko's backstories aren't pretty nor comfortable or easy to sit through. Their responses to abuse aren't either. Reactive abuse is very much real.

[huntersedge-ofwoods2]

Just a friendly reminder that Horikoshi always intended for Tomura and Touya to be the closest thing to soulmates/eachother’s identical parallel. Their thoughts and the reasonings? Practically the same. They’ll tear themselves apart just for a shred of validation; a plea for someone to see them, even as they destroy the others around them. Who cares is innocents get hurt, right? In the end, the result will be far more valuable than a couple of stranger’s lives.

Dabi’s entire philosophy is quite literally to burn everything around him into ash, including himself and Endeavour, all to liberate himself and others from the false shackles of hero society. This ideology *perfectly* coincides with Tomura, who not only wants to carve out a place in this dejected world for all of his followers, but to also liberate and destroy. Even as children their ideologies would have agreed with one another, which is, “Why should my father’s limitations on me restrict who I am? I just want to be free.”

The meaning behind their names. Tenko ( 転弧) & Touya ( 燈矢); Tenko’s name has the kanji with the meaning “bow” in it. and Touya’s name has the kanji with the meaning “arrow” in it. Hand in hand. Another interesting fact of their names is that 燈(Tō) means "lamp", or "light”, and 転 (Ten) means "turn", or "revolve”, which could signify the instinctive nature of humans (or Tenko himself?) to ‘revolve’ around light (or Touya’s fire/heat in a metaphorical sense).

If we also want to talk metaphorical, ‘light’ could be used to describe the lightheartedness of Touya’s character before Enji destroyed him at the seams, and we know that as a child, Tenko was a loving, empathetic child, attracted to ‘light’ (the softness and kindness of others). He played games with rejected children, defended them, and acted as a ‘hero’ in his own way. This parallel of Touya needing a savior and Tenko readily taking in others who need it, is very interesting to see, especially when we literally see this acted out later on in the LOV!

One more theory I have…now hear me out…also alludes to their name meanings. 矢 (Ya) means "arrow”…but 弧 (Ko) means "arc," indicating a curved path or trajectory. Now, arrows typically travel in a straight line or path when shot. Except for when they’re deemed, “defective.” You know where I’m going with this. It’s almost a completed story with those two characters. A defective arrow that lead a curved path, all because of a manufacturing/crafting issue. Sorry if that hit you hard, me too.

I’m so delusional about them. It’s totally okay.

[j11nko]

yuurei tokyo

[beargyufairy]

There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair…

[chaoslibra]

♪ ༘⋆ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ — t.todoroki smau

//

xi. missing xiii. tbd

♪ ༘⋆ xii. avoidance 𝄞 m.list

cw: allusions to/mentions of sexual harrassment, mentions of domestic violence (only recounts of what happened in previous chapters)

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there was a dull ache pounding in your head from the moment you woke up. coupled with the sharp pain as if someone were drilling one screwdriver after the other into your brain. everything else was dark. foggy. and that fog was familiar to you. maybe too familiar. heavy, leaden arms propped your body up on the soft surface you assumed to be a mattress. the room was pitch black, safe for the tiniest strip of light that broke through the drawn curtains. slowly your eyes began to adjust to the very limited light source as you continued blinking against it. you recognized your room pretty quickly, even if you didn’t remember at all how you had made it here. last you remembered, you had been on ochaco and himiko’s couch. then again, it wouldn’t have been the first time you didn’t remember these things.

with a gentle push from your arms you tried to pull yourself to sit on the side of your bed – and were somewhat successful at it. however, now the room started to blur before your eyes. you blinked once. twice. three times before being able to see the outlines of your furniture clearly again. you pushed yourself off the soft fabric and on your feet, allowing yourself to stumble for a few steps before catching yourself. with heavy steps you dragged your slumped body to the door. the moment you opened it, the brightness of the sunlit living room hit your eyes. with a low groan and squinted eyes you turned away and considered just going back to the comfort of your dark room and the bed that was in it. the wave of nausea that hit you, when you turned back to your room, stopped you in your tracks. with a speed you didn’t think your body was capable of, you hushed into the bathroom. and not a second too soon. 

you had lost track of time a while ago, but it felt like you had been kneeling in front of the toilet bowl with one hand clinging to the porcelain and the other holding back your hair for the better half of an hour. you had thought ten minutes ago that there couldn’t possibly be anything left in your stomach to come back up. your body managed to prove you wrong though. the acid burned in your throat and your head was throbbing even harder now. finally, after another round of puking up all your insides, you felt safe enough to pull yourself onto your wobbly feet. luckily for you, the sink was only a couple of steps away. you used that to steady yourself before attempting to muster up the courage to look at the damage yesterday had done. you were still wearing the same clothes, which at least meant that nobody had undressed you – at least for your own peace of mind, you decided not to dwell on any other possibilities.

one last breath escaped your lips before you finally looked up at yourself. messy couldn’t even begin to describe what you were looking at and yet, you’d be lying to yourself, if you said that you hadn’t looked worse before. your hair was everywhere, except where it was supposed to be. splotchy makeup and streaks of mascara covered your face – you looked as if you’d been crying yourself to sleep for hours. most of it had probably rubbed off by now, but there was still a bit of glitter on the lower half of your cheek from your lip gloss. your eyes dipped lower and immediately you felt like throwing up again. 

with trembling hands you ghosted over them. the patches of skin that had darkened to a deep violet. your memory of last night was hazy at best, but even that couldn’t stop the flashes of how each and every single had formed on your skin. you felt it again. the hands that had grabbed at your flesh, the warmth of the breath that had permeated through your skin, the lips that left their mark on you in the cruelest of ways. you felt your knees give way beneath you. fingers grasped at the porcelain; holding on tight enough that your knuckles turned a similar shade of white. you hadn’t heard the door to the bathroom gently being pushed open.

“stop looking at them.” he’d seen you like this more than enough times to know exactly what you were thinking.

you were about to say something in response but tomura had already somewhat gently nudged you away from the mirror. with your arms crossed in front of your chest, you sat at the edge of the bathtub watching him pull makeup wipes out from the cupboard. he held them out for you to take.

“sure you can do it yourself?”

you stared at him with a deadpan expression on your face as you pulled the wipes from his hands.

“yes i can do it myself.” you rolled your eyes. “i’m hungover, not braindead.”

“could’ve fooled me.” your eyes were on him within a split second. he didn’t let you retort anything, though. “cause i remember someone saying they wouldn’t do this kinda crap anymore.”

you sighed. you had nothing to say to that. tomura was right. you had promised a while back that you weren’t going to let it get this bad again. and now, barely a month into living with him, you had done the exact opposite. you couldn’t blame him, if he were mad at you, though he didn’t really look it. no, your brother looked different when he was mad. right now he just looked tired and a little concerned. he let himself sink onto the edge of the tub next to you, as you wiped yesterday's mistakes off your face – those you could get off, anyway.

“i’m sorry,” was all you could manage.

tomura nodded. he was no longer looking at you. instead his eyes were strangely focused on the bathrobe that hung on the back of the door. for a moment and then another, neither of you said anything. and then he turned back to you, again.

“so, what went through that thick head of yours, hm?” he flicked your forehead, like he’d done back when you both had been kids playing in your childhood bedroom.

you shrugged. truthfully, you couldn’t really explain it. for months you had been fine. as much as you hated kai and the way his presence had lingered in every corner of your childhood home, he had never pushed you this far. something had snapped last night. something you had buried deep within, that had been cracked open that night at your mother’s dinner table. until it finally had spilled out onto the bartop you remembered yourself dancing on. 

“pretty sure it was just a lot of things at once.” 

tomura didn’t really want to accept that as an answer, but he knew that he couldn’t pull much more from you at this point. he wasn’t exactly the most stellar example on healthy communication and he sure as hell knew, you hadn’t been taught any better at home.

“it won’t happen again”, you added quickly. and you meant it. as much as you used to chase the moment you could just let go of everything, you never really liked the way it felt when it all snapped back to crush you. as if all the baggage was tied to you with a taut rubber band. his body turned to face you. “look, i don’t care that you go out and drink.” he was being sincere; you could tell. “by all means, get drunk, have fun, whatever.”

“just–” he let out a deep sigh. “at least call me next time, okay?”

you nodded letting your hands fall into your lap as you let your body sink into itself. 

“thank you, by the way”, you said quietly, but he heard you.

he let out a small huff. it made sense, that you’d assume he had been the one to get you. considering, it had been him every other time you pulled this kind of stunt. “no problem.” he decided not to correct you. chances were, you’d figure it out by yourself soon enough anyway.

“and take a shower.” he nudged you with his shoulder. “you stink.”

with a scoff you shoved him off the edge forcing him to his feet. “okay, rude.” you glared at him for about a second before the raised eyebrow and the squinted eyes in his expression made you crack. “you suck, you know.”

“yeah, yeah course i do.” with that he left you alone in the bathroom. 

you took a quick shower trying your hardest to scrub off the sweat and grime that had stuck to you since last night. you scrubbed and scrubbed at your skin, letting the water burn on your skin, but nothing could wash away the memories that swallowed you whole. at some point you just decided to give up and stepped out of the shower. your skin felt raw. in some places you had scrubbed hard enough even to cause slight bleeding. and you still didn’t feel clean.

with your towel tightly wrapped around your body you hurried back into your room, ready to just sink right back into bed. you slipped into a black hoodie and a matching pair of sweats before pulling the draw strings of the hoodie so tight, that it hid basically your entire neck. the shower had helped with the nausea a bit, but your head was still pounding. though it became a bit easier to ignore after a while.

you sat at the edge of your bed unable to get yourself to do something as simple as ‘laying down’. for a good five minutes you sat and stared into the nothing that was the wall across from you before deciding to pick up your phone and face the inevitable. it was on dnd, but you didn’t remember turning that on. hesitantly, you turned the feature off. notifications upon notifications popped up on your screen. most were messages and missed calls from keigo and rumi worrying and being overall confused. a few were from himiko and ochaco asking if you had gotten home – you just assumed that tomura had filled them in. you stared at the last message keigo had sent.

‘you coming in today, ace? let me know if you need today to rest or smth alr’

the headache that was still positively slamming bricks from one side of your head to the other was screaming for you to not go to work. but it wasn’t screaming loud enough. working would at least distract you from remembering. and by the time you’d be back home you would be too tired to think. and after that you’d have morning classes to keep you occupied. you could keep this cycle up; at least long enough till the thoughts were buried deep enough to no longer bother you. phone still in hand you typed a quick reply, reassuring your boss that you’d be fine to come in. you replied something short and somewhat reassuring to everyone else as well, not wanting to make them worry about you any more than they already had. there was one thing that tripped you up though. you had a lot more notifications on twitter than you would usually have, especially since you didn't have your phone for most of the night. it didn’t take you long to figure out why that was.

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[pyrose]

Dabi and Hawks went out on a little date 🙂‍↕️

They went to the museum, got hotpot and had a great time ✨

[ bestie time with @spacedandii means the boys get reunited and taken on adventures - dabi misses his bf already]

[call-me-copycat]

More in-world advertisements from Ultra Rumble! I had to run around all 3 maps to gather these -⁠ᄒ⁠ᴥ⁠ᄒ⁠- So very cool!

(Also sorry for low quality - I tried zooming in as close as I could on my computer to get the highest quality accessories screenshots I could, however a lot of the posters simply were put into the game with low quality)

@plusultraetc because you mentioned liking the in-world advertisements :⁠-⁠)

[perpetual-enjine]

Hawks: Please help me Tsunagu, I’m in trouble.

Jeanist: What happened, baby bird?

Hawks: I’m in love with two men, and they’re both in love with me.

Jeanist: So date both, what’s the problem?

Hawks: The problem is that one is twice my age, the other is a criminal, and most importantly, they are father and son.

Jeanist: Oh shit! Endeavor and Dabi?!

Hawks: Yes.

Jeanist: Oh baby, I can’t help you. I’m Jeanist, not Jesus. Cause that’s who you need.

Hawks: Oh Lord.