Found this picture while cleaning the other day. I believe it's from 2000. I was so young and innocent then.
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cw: you two have a son together, mention of being married, old man Bakugou
older retired pro hero Bakugou, who you find hunched over his desk one night. it’s late and the day was long and your son was whinier than he usually is. you’d think the old man would be in bed right now, but alas—he’s not beside you.
instead, as you round the corner to get a full look at him, he’s wearing his reading glasses, adorning an old ratty tank, his arms still big but softer than the years from before. he has a book open in front of him, desk scattered with pictures you can’t see from your angle, scissors, stickers, glue sticks.
“What are you getting up to at this hour, old man?” You ask softly, smiling when Bakugou doesn’t even look up from what he’s doing. his tongue is sticking out in the corner as he cuts a squiggly line on a picture, posing it beside another on a blank piece of paper.
“Therapist said I should get into crafting,” he grunts, finally looking over at you from over his glasses. “Do things with my hands, feel busy, get my mind off’a shit.”
you pad over to where he sits, the overhead lamp on his desk focused on the big baby blue book with white pages. peeking over his shoulder, you rest your head on top of his, chin nestled in the still unruly blond and silver locks, overseeing his work.
and honestly? it almost makes you wanna cry. it’s a scrapbook, the page open to pictures of your wedding day, how pretty you looked, how big he smiled at you. you can see other scattered pictures on his desk—when you got a promotion at work, when he was number one for seven months in a row, a positive pregnancy test, the cutest baby you’ve ever seen, two little teeth coming in, baby being held in dads big ole arms that will always protect him.
“After this page, I gotta do the honeymoon.” Bakugou speaks gruffly, setting down a picture to wipe a hand down his face. “And then life accomplishment shit, the baby, his first steps.” He sounds so tired, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his shoulders, sliding down to smush your face against his own.
“You always have tomorrow. Come to bed.” You say against his cheek, squeezing him when you feel the rejection start up in his belly. But he deflates, pulling his glasses off, reaching around to pull you in his lap. He looks so grumpy, with his frown lines and crows feet, and yet so handsome with his small smile and soft eyes.
“I’ll print more pictures tomorrow. And maybe go by the store to get some more stickers, too.” He tells you in between kisses, his words soft, his hands rough through your pajamas. You hum against his mouth, holding his nape, afraid to ever let him go.
“You do that. Now let’s go to bed.” You whisper, standing up and pulling him with you. He closes the scrapbook for now, and you glimpse at the cover, heart melting at the picture of you two holding up your son, both kissing his cheeks. The picture is captioned with “Our Life” and you don’t think you’ve ever been more grateful to have met him.
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Can’t stop thinking about the sad acolyte man, so need to put my thoughts into text. Some spoilers, be warned.
How much guilt and shame do you think Heinrix carries around?
He puts great effort into his appearance. He uses his powers to better serve the Imperium. It makes carrying out his orders easier, his body as much a useful tool as his mind. No need for it to be inefficient. Broken or maimed.
And I’m sure some part of him feels he needs to do it just for himself, too. A thing he allows himself to feel more…human. That selfish notion of using his cursed powers to feel a bit better. Normal. Regain some of the autonomy he was stripped off over the years.
Or how lonely do you think he actually is?
Behind the impenetrable barrier that comes with his rosette, a carefully practiced demeanor and cold, hard stare, he got accustomed to being distant, both mentally and physically.
But it’s just this - practiced. Someone he needed to become in order to be useful. Somehow I doubt that made him a lot of friends. We know about Emelina, and we also know how this ended. I was talking with a friend about this a few days ago and the consensus was that even she didn’t trust him 100%, thinking he’s just as brainwashed as the rest of Calcazar’s acolytes.
And how that lack of trust led to the absolutely worst heart-wrenching moment between once close friends.
And he’s literally next in line to become one of the most powerful men in the Expanse. That’s a lot of pressure and responsibility to carry all by yourself. I know that “powerful people don’t have friends, just servants”, but…it’s such a miserable existence to have.
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What is "Animesque"? (TV Shows) | Monday, 06.24.24
You're probably asking this question over and over agaib: "What is animesque?"
Answer: The term "animesque" obviously refers to non-Japanese animated movies or TV shows that are similar or inspired by Japanese anime (like Dragon Ball Super, My Hero Academia, or One Punch Man being primary examples).
Notable shows that are anime-influenced:
Adventure Time
Ben 10: Omniverse
Code Lyoko
Fantastic Four: World's Greatest Heroes
Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart
Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Sonic Prime
Teen Titans
The Batman
Zak Storm
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