#hope you enjoyed the ride

[bakuhatsufallinlove]

I heard that the japanese fans saying that bkdk was implied is it really true? Can you please explain?!! (I was pretty happy with the ending already, but if it's true I would be ecstatic 🧡💚💖)

I'm not really sure how to answer this. First, I'll direct you to this ask I answered previously about bkdk in the Japanese fandom.

And if you're talking about the same tweets from jpn fans I saw getting shared around, the majority of the comments clearly used emojis, euphemisms, and algorithm-disrupting nicknames for Katsuki and Izuku, which kind of immediately suggests the user is already a bkdk fan. So, I mean... do you go into shipping fan spaces, see people shipping, and decide that means everybody thinks those characters are dating? Probably not, right?

But now that we've got an ending, lemme say outright that bkdk is implied by the base structure of the story. By the characters' thematic arcs. By their words, values, goals, and actions. Regardless of what language they speak, no reader can walk away from MHA without understanding that Izuku and Katsuki are profoundly important to each other.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Izuku loves Katsuki. And by the end of his character arc, there is no way to read Katsuki's actions towards Izuku and not see love, either. The exact nature of that love is up to individual interpretation; this is common for stories outside the romance genre that have complex character relationships, and I encourage you to feel secure in your own reading without external validation.

But if you want to talk about validity, the fact that we don't see either of them say the words "I love you" out loud does not diminish a romantic interpretation.

Just for fun, let's talk a bit about some important history of "implied" romance in shonen manga.

(Spoilers for Urusei Yatsura and Ranma 1/2.)

Takahashi Rumiko, one of the most successful and influential manga creators of all time, famously ended two of her heterosexual romantic comedy plotlines while denying readers a spoken, reciprocated "I love you."

In Urusei Yatsura, Lum spends the entire series actively pursuing Ataru and in the finale, she threatens to erase everyone's memories of her and her fellow aliens if he does not tell her he loves her. The situation makes it impossible for him to win and stop the memory erasing without saying it.

And he still refuses to say it.

He keeps trying to win and avoid losing his memory without saying it; she recognizes his devotion to her when she sees that all this time, he has been carrying something that reminds him of her.

Oh, look at that. I wonder who else spent a long time holding fast to something that represents the time they spent with their loved one?

Lum finally relents and allows Ataru to win, so everyone keeps their memories.

Each of them affirms the intention to be together forever, without using the words "I love you."

WOW I WONDER WHO ELSE WANTED TO BE LOCKED IN A COMBATIVE ENTANGLEMENT OF PURSUIT WITH THE PERSON THEY LOVE FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVES.

In Ranma 1/2, Ranma and Akane have been engaged to be married for the whole series, and at a pivotal moment, Ranma thinks the words "I love you," though he does not say them aloud.

Afterwards, Akane finally agrees to let the wedding take place with this as her reasoning:

And Ranma completely objects to having admitted this.

Akane is fucking right, fyi--ignoring everything else that happens in the series, Ranma rescuing her and crying over her injured body while yelling her name might as well be a confession.

Due to ensemble cast chaos, the wedding is postponed again at the end of the manga.

It is worth noting that these series are both in the romantic comedy genre, so their plot devices surrounding love are much more explicit, even if the final execution toys with our expectations. It makes the characters' real feelings obvious while keeping them true to their nature, because that's the core appeal of the relationship to begin with.

As I said, in manga that are not romances, these bonds are often more subtle.

When I said 424 was as good as a confession to me, this is part of why.

Katsuki says he thought they would be together for the rest of their lives. Izuku promises what he can, which is the time he still has the embers of OFA. He may think Katsuki is simply mourning a future where Izuku has OFA, which he can't get back.

In direct response to that exchange, for our finale, we find out Katsuki spent eight years arranging for Izuku to be a pro hero without OFA.

Katsuki beckons Izuku to his side, using the name that used to be an insult, but has since become Izuku's hero name. He reaches out his hand to Izuku, which the reader knows he has wanted to do for so long.

The last image we see might as well be them skipping off into the sunset together, side by side.

Am I supposed to see that as something other than love, just because all their friends are there, too? That seems kinda silly to me.

MHA emphasizes the collective, but that doesn't diminish the individual bonds within it. It goes out of its way to tell us this moment is possible because of Katsuki, because he wants Izuku beside him. We may not get our handhold here, but it is plain to see that Izuku accepts his invitation.

I'm not saying Horikoshi was directly inspired by Takahashi, but her works are an important piece of the narrative language of love within the shonen genre.

Art always reflexively harkens back to what came before it. Whether the creator intends it or not, the audience is reminded of what they've seen before in the cultural landscape of media. Whether or not Horikoshi intended for us to see bkdk as romantic is simply irrelevant to how any given reader is going to see it.

So, if you want permission to think Katsuki and Izuku are in love, you've got mine. tumblr user bakuhatsufallinlove sanctions this epic gay love story. Plus Ultra. You're welcome. <3

[footygirl114]

I have to admit watching someone slowly work their way through all of my fics and liking them is an amazing feeling

[jadethe2nd]

Title: Forgetting, Epilogue/Prologue

Rating: M (definitely M for this last bit)

Word Count: 1020

Summary: “Don’t give me that. It’s getting you all hot and bothered, I can tell.” River steps forward, running her fingers across the lapels of his heavy-duty jacket. “I like it.”

[spacebubblehomebase]

(ALL) 🌈 "R stands for Robin." 🤍

"Had you asked us when we were younger about who we think we'd grow up to be, none of us would have answered who we did end up becoming. Someone bigger than ourselves. A symbol beating in different hearts. Each coming from unlikely origins. A partner to Batman and a fledgling that would soar higher and shine brighter than any other. They think we've divided this mantle, but no. Each of us made Robin WHOLE. Afterall, light refracts into multiple colors, right? And birds of a feather are stronger TOGETHER."

R is for Righteousness.

R is for Rebellion.

R is for Responsibility.

R is for Respect.

R is for Redemption.

R is for Revolutio- NO. It's a Reminder.

(Fun Fact 👀: If you look closely, you might notice how each Robin wears the color of the one that comes after them. Except for Duke who wears the first Robin's colors to tie them all together again. Proving they're better as a set. Speaking of, these drawings were sold at a booth in my school and the Batgirls were particularly popular! XD) -Bubbly💙

[spearxwind]

Here's another concept for Broken Horizon - a dragon pilot saddle! Ft. Alex as the model (and Riptide as the pilot, even if you can't see his face)

Modern saddles were jointly developed by dragons and humans post-war to make dragon riding safer and flying more precise, as regular reins and voice commands quickly became obsolete.

In these saddles the control sticks on the pilot's seat transmit inputs to the steering modules, which are then interpreted into nerve impulses for the dragon to follow. However they are not hard commands, and the dragon can still choose to ignore the impulses for any reason. This means that the dragon and the pilot must have an incredibly strong trust bond for the best performance.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[alish-artie]

Smallfry visits the weapon shop~

[nopecho]

Miss Wellington✨

The long awaited cat dad Whitney comic is HERE!!!!

[jayflrt]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝟕𝟖𝟔 01. skip tracer to millionaire pipeline

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SUMMARY ▸ private investigator jay park just wants to complete his mission quietly and move on with his life. you, his new assignment who keeps consuming his thoughts, don't make that very easy for him.

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[lilyrizzy]

nico hischier, family & home

the athletic / guess how much I love you - sam mcbratney / the ny times / the players tribune / the hockey news / giovanni’s room - james baldwin / markerzone / regrets - hether / electra - euripides

[pensivebathtub]

god gave me autism and this is what came from it. happy pensivebathtub six fanarts day

[multicolour-ink]

What happened in the three seconds after Mario and Luigi grabbed the Power Star?

aka: me probably spending way too much time coming up with a reason why the Bros swapped places!

- - -

They are falling, and Mario quickly grabs Luigi into a fierce bear hug, pulling him close and turning them over in the air so he takes the harsh hit of the ground as they land.

They lie there. Bowser's fire engulfs them. They hold each other, preparing to die in each other's arms - the last physical contact they will ever have; but nothing happens.

They open their eyes and gape with wonder, as they see the fire swirling right around them, but there is no pain.

Astonished, they know immediately what has happened. And what's more incredible, is that they can feel the Star's power absorbing into them. Not just in themselves, but through each other. They look into each other's eyes, and see swirls of colour from the Star dancing in them (the windows to their souls). They are glowing with the same beautiful multicolours. Their skin tingles with the energy.

For a moment they are agasp. Luigi clutches Mario's arms, and Mario brings his hand behind Luigi's head, pulling him closer. Their eyes never leave each other's.

Without even saying a word, they communicate.

The Star has given them its power. They know what they have to do. Together.

And as the flames clear, they stand.

[whentommymetalfie]

refuge

.....

A scene from chapter eight in Bird Song. Where a worried Alfie attempts to take care of an injured and frightened Tommy (which as always involves putting him on the sofa and dressing him in Alfie's clothes)

[torchiccakes]

Inspiration: Lugia, Ho-Oh, and Satogou

Happy Satogou Day! This year I'm doing a little analysis of Ho-Oh and Lugia, their roles in inspiring trainers, and how that affects Ash and Goh.

How Ho-Oh and Lugia Inspire People

First of all, Lugia has a very hands-on approach to inspiring people. It appears to trainers for a battle, showing them its true power and letting them measure themselves against it to see how strong they are and how much stronger they could strive to be. And Lugia also gives the occasional world tour, to show trainers the beauty of the world and make them want to explore it.

Meanwhile, Ho-Oh is very elusive and distant, to the point that some people aren’t certain it exists. Ho-Oh inspires people by making them curious about the mysteries of the world. It gives trainers something to constantly reach out to, and tests their ability to continually strive for their dreams. Many times, Ho-Oh is shown to appear right before someone is about to give up on their dreams, or to give them a boost at the start of a new journey.

What Inspires Ash and Goh

It’s interesting how Ho-Oh marks the beginning and end of the entirety of Ash's story, while Lugia marks the beginning and end of Goh's story in Journeys. I think it says something about what inspires both Ash and Goh to explore the world.

For Ash, what inspires him on the first day of his journey is seeing Ho-Oh, the mysterious Pokemon that no one really knows anything about. That's when he starts to wonder about what could exist in the world, and it's what gets him to move forward and try to reach the rainbow in the distance, no matter how impossible it may seem. It gets him really pumped up and excited to start on a new adventure.

For Goh, what inspires him at the start of his journey is being shown what currently exists in the world. Lugia demonstrates it's own power and shows him Pokemon in the sky, the sea, and on land. It gives him a more concrete idea of what is out there, which he needs so that he can understand the world and be able to plan his next steps forward. And it also helps him open up more, after seeing more of the world Goh feels ready to make a new friend or share how he's been feeling.

How Ash and Goh Inspire Each Other

Before they met, their goals were hazy and unformed, neither had a solid idea of what they were doing and that prevented them from making progress.

Ash was too stuck in the present; he knew he wanted to be a Pokemon master, but didn't know what his next step was after becoming the Alola champion. And Goh was too stuck in future possibilities; he knew he wanted to catch Mew, but had unrealistic expectations of how that could happen.

Because Ash has a natural understanding of the present world, he's able to give Goh a solid foundation to immerse himself in it and see what's currently possible, kind of like what Lugia does. And because Goh has a natural longing to reach into the future, he helps Ash continue to dream big and think about what could be possible, similar to what Ho-Oh does.

And together, Ash and Goh have everything they need to stay inspired and actually be able to achieve their dreams. They're able to see the present and future clearly enough to form plans that are grounded in reality, while also doing the near impossible.

[chronicowboy]

every time we stop talking (the universe starts screaming) | 22k

"Do you have any idea what its like telling him his Buck is hurt?"

"Yes," Buck growls out, voice sharp as the knives embedded in Eddie's chest. "Yeah, Eddie, I really fucking do because I was the one that had to tell him that you'd been shot."

Eddie laughs. Its a broken sound, animalistic and rough and sounding only like a laugh echoing halfway across the galaxy. A wet laugh, edges razor sharp with bitter irony, corners like spears of desperate loneliness. He wants to grab Buck by the face and make him understand. Make him understand that the comparison of those situations is an admission of Buck's place in Christopher's life. Make him understand what Buck has never quite been able to grasp fully.

"Once," Eddie says instead. "Once. Imagine doing that five times within the last six months. Over and over and over. Watching his little face crumple like that first time when we didn't know if you'd ever wake up, listening to him begging to see you even if you've already been sent home because he doesn't quite believe that you aren't gonna disappear like his mom." Its too much, too much all at once, and Buck's mouth falls open like he hadn't been expecting it. A chink in his armour. Eddie exploits it. "He's terrified, Buck. And you just keeping throwing yourself into danger like he doesn't care about you."

"I know he cares," Buck argues hoarsely.

"Do you?" Eddie pushes, eyes dropping to the tense line of Buck's shoulders. "Do you? Because I think that if you did, if you knew just how much he cared, you wouldn't be ignoring harnesses and risking your life for a Walmart bunny."

"You know as well as I do that toys mean a lot to kids—"

"They're valuable, yes," Eddie concedes. "But not at the cost of a life, Buck." Not your life. "Does Christopher even cross your mind when you free climb down a cliff?"

"Of course he does!" Buck clenches his hands in the pillow he drags into his lap, unable to do anything else to purge his anger. "It was a little boy I was climbing down for, Eddie! You don't think I was thinking of Christopher?"

"I don't think you were thinking of him in the right way," Eddie snaps, pushing himself up from the armchair and pacing the floor in front of the coffee table.

"And how should I have been thinking of him, Eddie?" Buck's voice turns cold and emotionless in a way that sends a shudder down his spine. "In terms and conditions? In legal fine print? In the event of your death? Is that how I should have been thinking of him? As his back-up plan?"

"Back-up plan?" Eddie stares down at him incredulously, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

(OR: buck gets reckless, eddie gets angry, they talk in all the wrong ways, and the universe decides to intervene) [AKA The Angst Fic/season seven divorce era 2.0 fic]

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[frogchiro]

no thoughts today just simon and his happy trail

You're goddamn right

edit: JESUS IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A QUICK THIRST AND INSTEAD TURNED INTO THIS

warnings: fem!reader, no outright smut but slightly suggestive, both the reader and ghost are naked but it's for warmth (more or less), probably ooc ghost, but hey! it's monster! simon!, feral behavior, possessive ghost

No thoughts head empty, only feral monster!Simon who will let out a rumbling growl that makes his broad chest visibly vibrate to call put to you when he feels like you're not giving him his well deserved attention.

You're both currently nestled inside the abruptly thrown together nest of old blankets and some flat pillows you found in the safehouse in the middle of fucking nowhere after you had to quickly retreat after an ambush from enemy forces.

Your Lieutenant, Ghost, moved through the thick dark forest surrounding the safehouse like a shadow, navigating effortlessly but you pinned it up to his....well, monstrous nature.

After you finally arrived you tried to even out your breath while doing your best at keeping it as quiet as possible while you observed the massive chest of Ghost expand as he inhaled and scented the air looking out for any potential danger. Luckily after just a few very tense seconds that felt like hours, Ghost let out a huffing sound and let you know that you were safe and that you'll have to stay here until the next day before regrouping with the rest of 141.

While Ghost got busy with gathering some old scattered parts of destroyed furniture to make a fire in the small fireplace after deeming it safe and that your enemies are far enough to not make you betray your position, you decided to look around the building for some spare blankets and towels that you could use as makeshift bedding.

After checking the only two room of the upper level of the old building you make your way downstairs with the few blankets which weren't wet and covered with mud and mold; just the short memory of them and the smell made you gag as you descended the stairs and noticed that Ghost already started the fire, its orange flames shyly raising up and dancing in the fireplace.

You made eye contact with the burly man and noticed that he stripped himself of the heavy bulletproof vest and various pouches and remained only in his black cargo pants, heavy boots and black uniform, but what made you stop in your tracks and almost gasp out was the sight of his face without the skull mask and balaclava. Of course you saw his naked face without the covering before, but those moments were very few and far in-between so you would be lying if you said that you weren't blushing at the sight of Simon's scarred masculine face. The black paint smudged around his black bottomless eyes which seemed to glow with a strange light-or was it just the flames reflecting inside them?

You were torn out of your thoughts when you heard Ghost letting out short bellowing sounds from deep within his chest, not nearly loud enough to be heard outside but enough to make you focus on him again- just for what the noise is for, to call the attention of his pack.

Flushing with embarrassment at being caught staring in an attempt at saving face you lifted the bunched up materials slightly and explained that you found these to make a quick bed on the floor unless he wants to sleep in a mold-ridden bed.

You smiled slightly at the displeased sarcastic huff he let out and made your way closer to the burly man and started to arrange the materials on the floor close enough to the fireplace to be kept nice and warm but far enough to avoid possibly catch fire.

While placing the blankets and pillows on the ground you heard the thunderous footsteps of your Lieutenant coming closer to you, a few quiet rumbling noises escaping him as he helped you arrange them into a circle before deeming it enough and with another rumble he fell into the bed while pulling you forcefully down with him.

And so you found yourself in this...situation; your naked chest expanding with a sigh at the clinginess of the monster before you. Well, he's your monster after all, your Lieutenant, your Simon and a member of his, well, pack.

Ghost would deny it to Hell and back, but deep down Simon was terribly touch starved and needy for attention, at least from certain, selected by him people, namely you and Johnny. Unfortunately the scottsman wasn't here so you were the one to take the brunt of his...affection.

You knew already that when Simon got into his monstrous headspace he was running on animalistic primal instincts and you were sure that right now they were telling him to 'keep her close, keep mate close. It's cold and dangerous, need to keep mate safe, here' as you could basically hear the cogs in his mind turning, especially when his initially quiet growls became much more insistent and he rose up from his spot, muscles bulging and tensing with barely contained strength, scarred chest vibrating with every bellow.

Since you knew that teasing Simon while in this headspace wasn't the best option, especially considering the situation you were both in, you decided on complying with him and returning quietly to the nest of blankets, keeping your head and eyes low to not anger him further.

When you finally settled again against the big male you smiled gently at the huff Ghost let out, relaxing a bit after feeling your bare breasts against his naked chest and the rest of your soft body plastered against his.

You still didn't fully understand what kind of entity Simon was, no one really did, not even Soap, but apparently even primordial entities liked to be touched and petted when in the right mood as ridiculous as it may sound.

Although slightly more relaxed you noticed that Simon was still tense, the heavy muscles still tensing on his bare stomach so you decided on attempting to calm him down even a little since you knew that tomorrow you had a long trek before you and the both of you needed as much rest as possible.

You raised yourself slightly on your elbow before slowly trailing a soft hand over his chest, massaging it slowly in a relaxing manner and smiling at the slow and steady vibrations before making your way lower to his tense stomach and trailing your fingers over each nook and cranny, the broad expanse tightly corded with muscle slowly relaxing before making your way even lower below his bellybutton and rested your hand on Simon's happy trail.

The appreciative growl from your lover was enough of a message that told you that you were doing a good thing, the feeling of his muscles flex slightly under your hand and his strong hips bucking slightly up into your warm touch. You knew it was a sensitive spot of his, Soap's too and Price was going feral when you caressed his toned stomach slowly, but with someone like Simon you felt as if you were caressing a wild beast.

You knew it was probably making him horny but it wasn't the time nor place for sex, that would come with the remote comfort of your own rooms back at the base where you know is safe.

For now you'll just stick to this, this slow, syrupy sweet affection of caressing your mate's lower belly, the coarse hair on his stomach scratching slightly against your hand but you don't mind; instead you rest yawn and rest your head on the man's strong shoulder and feel his muscled arm wrap tightly around you to bring you closer, nosing against your cheek before giving it a tiny affectionate nip.

You both doze off into sleep, warm and safe in each others embrace, the fire crackling quietly and the sound of rain outside the building. You can't wait for your return to the base~